fan love

our love was like this ceiling fan;
once pristine; sturdy; on high; frenetic energy;
switch was turned off;
our love slowed like this ceiling fan;
slow, slow, slows, slowing, slowed…
stale; wobbly; dusty; lifeless;
it’ll get turned on once in awhile, but not
without creating a dust storm;
such has become our love.

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jonathandeanrichie

Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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