personification

“Intimate” by Sava Henția (1848–1904)

on the edge of man and woman, on another way to be shunned through shame. i walk on.

i meet him in the way. he keeps visiting me. he visits me like an angel. his ghost hasn’t left. still. i am cursed with the immortality of what they call love. love never dies. sometimes you love so much you become it. it’s called personification, simple.

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