she was always
in between love,
on the cusp of someone
new.
in a place
where two seasons
meet, still
undecided on which
way the wind
should blow.
she liked being
there.
her indecision
being her safe place,
a sargasso sea
of sorts,
deep blue
with clarity,
her heart still intact,
calm and open
to love, or something
that resembles
what love
could be.
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