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Sunlight splashes through the windows

The bottles of pink grapefruit and mandarin bergamot soda

Throw shadows across the white tablecloth

The ice cubes float there like glaciers

Flares of white and ocean blue

We’re having lunch on the 11^th floor in Oslo

Fancy menu, fancy place

Quiet, not many other people there

Some soft talking

The sky outside is blue

The woman across from me has her fist against her face to support herself

We don’t say much

We don’t have to

We’re ingrained in each other

We are one

We are completely comfortable

What a gift

Sometimes I wonder if it’s all true

Her and this love

When she comes to bed and falls asleep beside me

I’m holding her

I can smell her hair

I can feel her skin

And I know it’s all true

Who is this person?

What is she doing here?

What am I doing here?

My crazy mind

She’s wife, lover, and best friend

The closet to my soul there has ever been

We are committed, yet frightful

Of what the new world will bring

How will we live in this place of distortion and hate?

Together tethered forever

Not being one of them

Not bowing down to any of them

But standing in our love

Bracing for the hurricane

And always holding on.