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Il n’y a qu’un bonheur dans la vie, c’est d’aimer et d’ĂȘtre aimĂ©.

There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.
-George Sand

I put the idea of you into a sieve.
All the extra bits poured through
and ran down the drain.
I had to shake what remained
like tapping an old flour sifter
Letting everything I can’t trust
fall through.
I am hoping to see
enough left in the sieve
to hold on to.
I am hoping for something substantial.
I run some water over the last
and tap the handle once more.
I think, maybe, once I let go of what’s gone,
I think what I have left
still resembles you.
Enough to make me smile.

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