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It was never cute love for me
-was the rough love  
the same that  
measured five weekdays  
in twenty four hour breaths  
counting texts waiting for  
your car arriving    
outside my door.    
The same core trembling  
hard love that turned    
a normal average Joe    
into a lock-downed  
cracked concrete pedestal  
in the mountain of    
non-contact we endured.    
as terrifying as it is    
the fighting    
minute by minute    
check up died,  
   
axed by governments.    
a global phenomenon.    
   
yet still we laze weekends    
now, brushing hand skin    
and breaking bread,  
throwing cards out in threes  
glaring into each others eyes,    
finding the old heart
 
still beating  
still loving