#to love so much

The warmness of fairy lights,
And temptation of Moose Munch.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor,
(Mechanically tearing out pages from a hymnal).
To love so much is a strength,
To love so much is an Achilles heel.

The world outside continues to rush,
Thoughts continue to cycle with no rest.
Time feels suspended at the moment,
(But the stack of torn pages grows).
To love so much is rejuvenation,
To love so much is exhaustion.

Something is gnawing down hard,
Somewhere within these unquiet bones.
A sense of urgency painstakingly released,
(A sixteenth of a hymnal instead of any other).
To love so much is commanded,
To love so much is condemned,
(Robotically tearing out pages).

~A.G. 11/25/19