Love
When my bones
are bleached
and brittle
from carrying my stories
I hope to say I have loved
When my skin has sagged,
etched with experience
and rivulets of tears, both
sadness and laughter,
have eroded my face
I hope to say I have lovedWhen my organs have quietly
carried me through this one life
and absorbed its shocks as
well as its synchronistic surprises
I hope to say I have lovedWhen at last I leave this plane
and move on to the great wonder
I hope to find that all
there is, is love
© Tanya Southey
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