It's been a while My Love.
This love has weight too it now,
heavy like a heirloom afghan.
I pull it over my shoulders
So much history is knitted into this love.
I don't know if I will be kept warm by it all the days of my life
Or suffocate under the weight of it.
I want to hold you beneath this love and feel safe.
I want to leave this love for our children.
Not as a burden for them to bear.
But a comfort when they feel lost.
This love is heavy
But it makes us stronger.
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