Poem coyright © 2019, Published in Out On a Limb, An Anthology For Friends June 2022
We belong to other people, In their photographs, In their memories, And in their hearts, Because sometimes that is all we have. The idea of wanting To belong to someone, To someone who tells us that they Need us just as much as we need Them—that is what the Meaning of life should be. To feel loved and to give it Back and nothing else, because Everything else does not matter. Everything else is just a map, And that map might lead us to a hole Filled with quiet deserts And empty spaces.
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