Monday, April 23, 2018


Remembering summer love
and the freedom from
what I wouldn't take back
but wouldn't re-live.

Remembering naivety
blind faith and bravery
aware on the peripheral,
easily deniable:
your hiding places.

Yet, we were so damn beautiful.

Quick to crumble
towers intertwined, tumbling
into dust and rubble
No tools to speak true
and rebuild it together.

I am glad for this now.
To remember summer love,
to breathe the freedom in
my reinforced need
for nothing
less than

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