When it comes,
it arrives unannounced
and is absolute

While it’s here,
nothing that has gone before
makes any sense

When it leaves,
I am less than I was before
yet also; more

Love is like illness
As illness is like Love
I have no immunity to either

Nor do I ever wish for it
I need to “feel”
In order to feel alive

For better
For worse
For Me


Author: Hugh Hunter

Outlier. Find me on Twitter @HueySilverFox

One thought on “All-Consuming”

  1. “when it leaves, I am less than I was before, yet also; more.”

    Thirteen words have never best described love before. Well done, Sarge. Very well done. I look forward to reading more of your thoughts.

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