Leaning in
Past the
I shoulds
You shouldn’ts
It musts
The I like this
But I don’t like that
There is just
Cool drops of moisture
On warm skin
The smell of wet grass
And concrete
The sound the rain makes
Against the blanket of fallen leaves
A man, leather-skinned and undernourished
As grateful for a smile and cup of coffee
As I am for the tear that trickles down my cheek
And the ache
Of seeing hearts everywhere
Heart and Now 
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