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Writer's pictureNicole Evans

2, for April




1.



Where does love begin?


Does it begin in a hole of need,

Of loneliness and longing

Or in a moment of shared joy?


In times of commiserated misery?


In the softness of an awakening?


Or did it start

When we opened our eye,

When we took our first breath?


Or before?


And if it started before


Why do so many of us

Seek it with our soul's devotion,

Searching to find a twinned emotion?


Isn’t it just me?


Isn’t it just who we are?


Doesn’t it exist without a connection?




2.


There is,

actually,

nothing more 

beautiful than

 the sound of

raindrops on concrete


except for maybe,

the smell of raindrops on concrete…


the note of petrichor which

smells like the

exact moment of 

conception,


when life

burst forth from 

an idea into an

action from

 a shared feeling.


and


there isn’t

anything more

unsettling than

the way an 

unexpected,

uninvited, and

unwelcomed raindrop

 feels


A moment of

coldness and clarity



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