It’s incomprehensible that
someone can transfer feelings
from one person to the next,
insistent that each is The One.
(With contradictory optimism,
in hopes that each ends a dogged search.)

It’s impossible to predict
Atlanta’s fickle weather,
but I’m sure the future is
Us together.
(With conviction,
I know our love endures.)

It’s unfathomable that
We could be comprised
of anyone else besides
you & me.
(With certainty,
it’s always been you.)


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