[me and a he that wasn't you]
talked about
the house,
Marcello.
I guess I never
mourned
that memory,
because for 10 minutes after
I sobbed great
gut-wrenching cries
that sound like what's happening:
my heart being ripped in two.
I screamed and cried
and blew a kiss to Marcello
and drove a little recklessly
[mostly just because
you told me not to].
Then I quieted down and
PRAISED THE GOD
WHO GIVES AND
TAKES AWAY,
for He is GOOD,
He is above ALL THINGS,
and His LOVE
endures forever.
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