love runs through the corridors of our lives
it fills the once empty spaces
with a kind of chaos of light and sound,
beautiful sound.
there is no substance to love
yet it saturates us, fills us,
makes us more than whole.
and when love is gone the hallways echo
echo away
the background radiation does not decay
completely
it remains as the memorial reminder
of what once was there
but is there no more
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