That it Would Never Be

Cotton puffs softly blended in
Salmons, greys, and whites
Sprawl across blue-orange skies.
Heavenly bodies impartial
To incandescent spectral lights
Reflect love’s wishes,
Regardless.

Retracting conjured forms
Beamed in conversing flows
Within whorls of shared spaces
Banished
To would-never-be realities

Tell me,
Does love get easier over time

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