i need to love deeply
the way that i used to when
i didn’t have an object for my love
and i had time to feel
how simultaneously heartbreaking and lovely it was, to love
i need to love, the way i used to when
winds whipped my hair around my face and blew the staleness out of my soul
when i went walking near the lake
just because i could
just because i loved to
nor of the west 