If I Was The Love Story And Not The Wound, Where Would We Be?

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What does me
not operating from the wound
feel like?

What would life look like
without the rose coloured glasses?

What if he was here
with a heart that beats
and not a manifestation of all the men who came after my father left, who left too?

What if he wasn’t the pain
but he was the love?

How would I speak
act
walk
love
see
ask
be?

If I was the love story, and not the wound
where would we be?