Poetry

Another Bottle

I read the article that links
the virus to potential maladies of the brain,
pardon me,
“neurological disorders,”
and I wonder
why I read such sad facts.

Because despite the vaccine working through my veins,
I want to prepare for the worst.

Because I know you’ve had it,
the virus, I mean,
and I haven’t gathered my courage to say
I love you.

Because even if you never feel for me
the same way I feel for you,
I want to take care of you,
and do right by you.

What do they call that?
Unconditional?
I’m falling
further into
this unconditional love cocoon.

I’d love to grow and fly into your soul.

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