For you

They say that it is always darkest before dawn, don’t they? With two nights left to go before the elections and all but running on fumes, today seemed to qualify. But then she laughed, and suddenly it didn’t feel so bad. For those who have ever felt the same way, I offer this brief interlude.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

– Neruda


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