It held on around the edges.

He asked if it was really love

Was that something people knew?

Something they held onto when they were cold

the most impossible of all the questions were always deciding the future

If you said yes, then what, then who. Who were you?

All the summers blur together

never enough

too many parts

never a whole

was that what you wanted you wonder

The edges blur further taking more than they were given

Taking it all that held on

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