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William Carter Poem
I Thought I Learned All I Could About Love
I thought I learned all I could about love—
how it bends like willow branches
and breaks like brittle glass,
how it hums in the quiet of a held breath
and vanishes in the space of a sigh.
I knew its patterns, its rising and falling,
the way it lingers in the scent of a shirt,
the ghost of a touch on the skin,
the echo of a name in an empty room.
But then you—
a story unwritten, a storm unnamed,
a language I never spoke, yet somehow understood.
Love was not a lesson learned,
but a lesson unlearned,
rewritten in the shape of your hands.
Now I know love is not a road walked once,
not a book with a final page,
but a horizon that stretches further,
always further,
each time I think I have arrived.
By
King Willie
Copyright © William Carter | Year Posted 2025
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