let's go somewhere only you and i know,
and allow me to feel the nostalgic cracking of dry twigs as we walk towards secrecy
let me lead you down a short trip back to memory lane—our significant nights, the shivers down your spine, as my fingertips caress the soft expanse of your skin.
love?
i am but a barely lit candle running out of wax i'll give you warmth and light, but i won't stay
for you, I can drop a trail down the abyss of nothing without the slightest regret
i'll keep you pondering, but i promise you,
the idea of 'us' will never be spoken.
no refunds, no exchanges, no expectations
September 12, 2016 Painting by Jonathan Biren
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