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I loved you in ways

You cannot know, for

You were not there

When I performed them,

Yet the universe of love

Is a curious thing,

In its compact enormity,

And did you know

Waves are not made by the sands

Which they embrace at their end?

Just so as love

Is not made in a contained space,

Nor through containment, at all

And a butterfly blowing a kiss in the wind

May cause-

Well you know.

Life is a thing as short

As it is long,

And love is the difference 

In how it feels too short

Or too long

Being either not enough,

Or not, enough...

And so these ways in which

I loved you

You must know

For I smiled as though 

I had missed you for years

When it had been minutes.

And laughed so loud

I hoped you heard me

In different countries,

Or when you were sleeping

In your absence

Rain was never sad,

Every drop a different memory

Of us kissing in it

And if I must endure your absence

I choose to be rained on

Even in my grave.