love, noun

love, noun:

actually the opposite

of what you thought —

not the rush of blood

to your head, to your heart.

not a verb, or at least

not a human one,

but the resilient, inexplicable

holding-on.

not the resolution,

not the sex,

but the terrible, shuddering

not-letting-go

before, and after, and the rest

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