“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.
We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife.
We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.
Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.
I think that has to be part of its miracle.
And I will not be afraid of your scars.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.”
***Excerpts from Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers