And love
May Be
the answer
Finding me again
In the day I have the least strength for it
Where my voice quivers in
Disbelief
My eyes refuse to see
The sheer possibility of being filled back into
When there’s an unfamiliar rumbling
In my stomach and
an echo of happiness
I haven’t heard in a while
Maybe my hand will be held without
Wavering fingers
Maybe he’ll show up when I wish it most
Maybe he’ll make me smile
Through the dried tears of yesterday
Maybe my happiness will be supplemented and our languages of love complimented and comprehended
And maybe we will be the poem
I never had dedicated in return
Dear love,
Maybe
—L.F.
About the Creator
Lysz Flo
"Lysz Flo" is a trilingual writer of fiction and poetry. She initiated her spoken word performances in 2015. Since then, she has performed on various open mics. She has self published her first poetry chapbook in Jan. @lyszflo on social
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