If it wasn't love

If it wasn't love,
if you called me now
across the old echo chamber of the ocean
and said
"Look I never loved you,"
I would feel
a little like a fool perhaps
and yet it wouldn't matter!
My business is to always feel
a little like a fool
and speak of it.
And I am sure
that when we love
we are better than ourselves
and when we hate,
worse.
And even if we call it madness later
and scrawl four letter words
across those outhouse walls
we call our skulls
we stand revealed
by those sudden moments
when we come together.
Evidence?
or was it just my dream
waltzing with your dream?
My nightmare kissing yours?
There in your silent office...

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