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Stuart McPherson Reads

Three Words

Out of all the words
There are three
That define some value
Our place
This you and me and him and her and them and us
And family
Three words plus a dictionary full of emotions
To place before or after what should be so profound
And it can be
Can be seen and felt and is
Yet more often than not a mirror to reflect our damage
In the why said not said left unsaid
And all the explanations in-between
Maybe it’s about the history and the hangovers
And our struggle to be free from dichotomy
so redundant in the end
Because we end,
it ends, don’t we?
And for those three words the acceleration of time
becomes an unwelcome friend
But still we want to feel them
Just the same
To mend beaten snares, a rhythm we all share
So who’s to blame
The shoes without feet or the feet without shoes
Who spins the records on repeat to reopen old wounds
Those three words, just three
And questions of peripheries
And subtle combinations somewhere in-between
As simple, and complicated as
Do I love you
Do you love me

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