My Daily Medicine
-or-
Divination
You lied to me:
You daily relief,
the one that comes
in folded stories-
fact and true.
You told me:
love is on the horizon,
just knocking at my door:
the one
without the knocker.
I told you:
"I believe you",
and I sat by the portal:
the one
you said would sound.
I wasted a day:
and I still love you,
because:
you let me live
without choice.
-Matthew Koutzun
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