I remember when I used to call you late @ night...
And just talk about anything...and anyone...and everything...
And you used to smile, yea, I could tell when you were smiling
Your voice would get higher...more pauses...it was love.
Sometimes we would argue, NO, disagree...about democrat or republican
And other than that the path of the brothaman...
Yea it was love...
And sometimes you would tell me things that only God should have known...I listened, and told you things only I should have know
Damn it was love...
Then, you see, things got twisted...misconstrued...misunderstood...unclear...
And it stopped being love...
Sentences that ended in explanation points!
Pauses that weren't caused by smiles...
We couldn't talk about anything...or anyone...or everything...nothing...
Silence, only to be broken by tear drops, and the thud of a dropped phone
Slipped out of a not so dry palm...and sniffles that weren't the prelude to a flue, but hints of a metaphoric rain that doesn't cease to fall...pain...
Love letters that were addressed to the one I hate...
Phone calls to cuss us out for the letters...
New girlfriends and old boyfriends...and revised enemies...
But yet a common sickness, shared by the remedy...
Enclosed in hearts that which would have otherwise concieled the cure...
It was love


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