We love like snow powdering the morning;
it’s lovely, but it’s cold and no one wants to go outside.
We love like the sun during a heat advisory;
too much of a good thing kills off everything we worked so hard for.
We love like a fallen tree that once stood so tall;
by that I mean, we live in the past and are too proud to admit our defeats.
We love like a river closing over our heads;
we won’t admit it, but we stopped gasping for breath long ago,
we gave up on this love and have only ourselves to blame.
McKenzie Richardson lives in Milwaukee, WI. Most recently, her flash fiction is featured in Black Hare Press’ anthologies, Oceans and Hate. She has published a middle-grade novel, Heartstrings, available on Amazon, as well as a poetry collaboration, 433 Lighted Way. McKenzie also runs a crafting blog: http://www.craft-cycle.com
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