love poem in chaos

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and yes, i’ve been crying
for months, and rightly,
but tonight
you’re playing music
i hate
in the kitchen, and
looking lovely.
i don’t remember dinner
or dessert
or anything you said,
i just keep thinking
of your silhouette
in the window.
shoulders tight,
deep blue t shirt,
jeans slung low.
and sometimes love
is like that.
framed by the light
obliterating
everything
else.