You

I did tell y’all, that I would be writing about love, like a lot. I do not apologize.

You

There really is a world that makes and remakes itself
The only thing that never ends is change, the pull of gravity, and your smile.
Please do not take for granted this time, this place, this moment already gone to soon
And I am left holding apricot seeds, a snack of your childhood
How much would I have loved to share one with you everyday

And with my hands plant a pit and watch it grow

How I love you, feels that way sometimes

A slow, bursting tree, reaching to the heavens in search of a warm glow, carefully tended to

What you pay attention to grows

I cannot be to mad then, that we will take one last breath, all of us, and step into the mystery, because, we have seen the world end, raging hurricanes, endless wars, and the desecration of the mundane, instead of seeing as the sacred rituals
that keep us alive long enough until our final breath

We sulk only because we know what what true pleasure feels like, a home cooked meal, the morning's first sip of coffee, and a kiss from our lover, what could be more tender than sharing spit with another?

We rebel, because who in their right mind would spend time apart from their lover? Spend time apart a good book, a walk down your favorite park and cuddles with their puppies? Time stolen, taken, to make riches off of the world's most finite resource

We dance, in the face of annihilation, or in the pleasure of another day
We stomp on the ground to raise our dead, to remind them, the world keeps spinning, and that their last breath is now in the lungs of much more billions of people, a collective breath that allows us to sway our hips, spin, and remember why is it we do anything:

To resist annihilation

I have never loved as hard before, and so I invite us, to love more and more

The only way to get better at something, is to keep doing it over and over again