Haven't experienced what love is. its okay. I let it go. I fall into the earth.
Like a seed. And the ground chews the dirt up and catches the seed.
The seed germinates and grows tall into a tree.
The light hits the tree.
I'm grasping onto any form of hope my oil-slick hands can grab.
I've experienced not what love is. But in its place. Amidst this loss. I find space and wisdom.