Modus Vivendi

Before her
life existed
like a well-rehearsed symphony
of things that didn’t concern me
happenings that happen whatever the day
whatever the weather
they happened as they must
nobody cared if it rained or not
now the rain is a disaster of cataclysmic dimensions
and who cares
she does
like it changes anything
but still, it plays out of tune
brings discord in the harmony of music
a disjointed rhythm in the perfect beat
but this is love
it has no composition or pre-written plan
it changes everything
and nothing
things still happen as they should
the orchestra keeps playing anyway
for love only matters to those who feel it
to her
love is everything
and that matters to me


© JG Farmer 2018
Form: Free Verse

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