No Stella


It is different from love
For love is such a strong word.
(Many overuse it,
Not understanding its true meaning)

You make me happy
when I am with you

Being without you
will not kill me
Not Sidney’s "Astrophel and Stella"
or Shakespearian
words of despair
if you are not there.

But if you were to leave me
I would only be sad,
As one is sad
when he looses

the warm spot
in his bed
the toothbrush
over the sink
the laundry on the floor

and the bird at the
windowsill
won’t sing anymore


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