Untitled for Now


I gave it no name
There was no name to give
Pretended not to notice
Pretended it didn't live
Didn't take note as it shaped
Didn't heed it as it formed
Simply looked away
At the turning of the worm
It drew breath nonetheless
Uttered whispered sighs
Stretched out its arms
Reaching for the sky
And once it spread its roots
Planted deep inside
I yet called it not by name
Dwelling in that lie
Yet the truth cannot be hid
Buried and belied
Like taking back a tear
Once it has been cried
Impossible, improbable
No matter how you plead
Love is love unnamed, uncalled
Even sown with bitter seeds.

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