By Jane Rain
Date: 2017 Jun 22
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He leaves me with so much ease.
Almost as if we'd just met.
I put up with it every year.
Same old rhyme,
always a different reason.
We're nowhere near perfect,
but that's life.
We laugh and cry.
We love and fight.
The part we're missing
is where we actually work it out.
When you're in love -
truly, madly, deeply in love -
it shouldn't matter how hard it is.
I don't understand how
anyone could feel any differently.
And honestly, I'm not interested
in understanding such a thing.