Always there

 

It is how I love you 

and 

 Entirely, you couldn't root it out. 

An excavation can only take place in death. 

It is omnipresent 

  and historic 

In a memory of albums 

In words silenced and diluted. 

It is irrefutable

  even against your lies... 

And forgiven by shrouds 

  Of every uncondition 

I can muster up. 

It is hate. BECAUSE I love you. 

          ...and longing

It is all the things in me, 

  Wild & Masked up

 Shatter-able, tangent 

Wrecked. Lucid. 

A translucent wind that every morning greets you. 

It is how I love you. 

You are always there, 

  Always there. 

   In all ways, 

     There.