Love,
the deep abiding kind to which she’d clung to with hope,
a love that never happened,
she kept it in a drawer—just in case,
a closed drawer closed to the passage of time.
Too, there were words,
words she needed to say in stories intended for others,
and so she opened the drawer
—and set the love upon the pages.
©January 2018, Christina Anne Hawthorne
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