a poor piece

repeated words

she had said that love was unconditional
though that changed as she went her way
as she waded in and out
as she crumbled, i had doubt
i had to take the page in both hands
smooth it against the corner of the wall
and repeat the words

but repeating for me, i didn’t notice
it was a known
present in my life since birth
fact not feeling
written not heard
religious pre-school had taught me
and cultural expectations showed me
its meaning was interpreted by them
and learnt by flash cards with a big red heart

but she repeated the words
choosing paths only her feet could bear
the sunny side
it was apparent

she repeats the words still
and i repeat them back
but what does that say of our stance?
nothing

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