Love a Man



love a man uncertain of his life
you will learn to love slowly
taking in every breath of him
as if to save his warmth,
for the infinite future, the desert
of nothingness you shall cross
over and again
unless you meet your time

love a man uncertain of his life
you will learn to forget
what hurt most
and nothing really matters, other than
the smile and the entangled fingers

the days will seem full
as you live the maximum.
the afternoons you loitered around
suddenly come back with an urgency
asking to fill in, gather the hours
hug them close as if in no space or time

thats when calenders matter
as you tag your days with memories, spent
and design what remains, in random
like a kid with his building blocks.

love a man uncertain of his life
you will learn to love the wind

the evenings, the home comings
and the barren skies.

love a man uncertain of his life
more so, because
he will love you dearly,
as he does his life,slowly gliding away
like a knot on a bridal hair.

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