Jane Meyer - Why is it

Why is it
when I ask my sister
how she knows it’s love,
she says
because she’d cry if they died?

Why is it
that I know I love my dad
because when I’m here, away from him
a hole’s ripped through my chest
and I cry myself to sleep?

Why is it
that I know that I love someone
when in their absence
I feel helplessly lost in this sea of agony?
Why is love determined by pain?

Jane Meyer

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