Love Poem

Heartworm 

By: Madeline Pitts 

You are a rare disease 

from which I have yet 

to make a full recovery.

They say all good things 

must come to an end,

but I don’t want to live

without your memories.

You are a rare disease

from which I have yet 

To make a full recovery.

For the anguish eats away at me,

and darkness is my only companion. 

You are a rare disease 

from which I have yet 

to make a full recovery.

For I may never make it through. 

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