A talk in bed

• I know your poems are about him. How did he hurt you so much – he asked.
• It wasn’t him, it was me – I replied.
• How?
• I love him more than I love me.
• I love him more than I love me – he repeated.
• That’s what I said. – I answered
• You said it in present, not in the past tense.
• When it comes to him and I nothing will ever be in the past. Love never ends, it just transforms, but it’s always present.

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