Love is a story
that you author
you are not a character
you are the plot
you must decide
how to tell it
how to keep it
from ending
you must decide
to be a hero
you must decide
not to horde it
as if only your lover
should know it
there are ways to love a book
a memory
the way the light
hung in the trees
gentle and playful
the moment I heard
he died
if this sounds hard
think of your heart
unflagging
each thump
like a kid pulling
at your pant leg
trying
to tell you
give more
give more
you can never
give it all
away.