love is not the grand gesture.


love is who gets up
at 2am
for the airport run.
it is the plate kept warm.
the door left unlocked.
the phone answered
on the first ring
at an hour
nobody sane calls.
anybody can write a poem.
love is the one
already in the car,
engine running,
waiting at arrivals. 🌹
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