We have this outlet,

called mortality,

yet too often we forget

our ability to function,

is based upon

shared love.

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We hear the stories,

lost in the mix

of pain and suffering,

choosing an outlet,

even more destructive

than ourselves alone.

~

Seems clear at the moment,

when someone else unravels,

allows themselves a certain,

vulnerability,

without realizing mortality

yields an arbitrary time line.

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We have such a need

to respond to each other

as the givers,

the light in someone’s

oft-grayed persona.

We can speak love.

~

So often our desire,

toward happiness contrived,

loses focus in the moment,

a smirk, quick judgment,

abandoned connection,

will toss aside hope.

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That’s the time to ask!