Come on..
Who do we
really love?
The person?
Or the label?

The All of them?
Or what they
represent
within our
fable?

Their presence?
Or us knowing
that with them
at least we’re
not alone?

Depends on
how and
where and
when and

why.. just
let them go?
Let go..
and verily,
verily, thou
shalt know.

For one may
love a flower
without choosing
to uproot it from
The Earth.

What greater
gift is there
to give.. other
than presence?
Presence
for The Other
to observe.