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Is That You?
I ran out of thoughts, so made coffee until your disembarkation was canceled.
Then came up with your own words of refuge, protecting the door from an undesired sunset on a breakup, at least it seems to be with your overweight soul, who is going to fly with you?
The radio burst with news and disrupted you from correcting your own promises upon the day, you tried to walk away but remained to shadow the front gate, not leaving not going but just blocking fresh winds from cooling the coffee I was still cooking on low flame, just in case, just in case you’d change your mind and have a little bitter bite of yesterday's cake, when our troubles seemed so far away.
Disenchanted by the rainy forecast, your left foot intended to stay by the direction and tapping style of about to lose my mind, and you smiled over there as if the sun couldn’t ask for tears and mumbled this long well…. well…. and waiting for me to complete the invitation.
You’re on your own, change is a good thing.
The only way in is without this unnecessary armor you’re dragging behind.
Say the words, not I love you.
No, not cherishing church cherries and grinding teeth.
Say something to make me feel, yours.
I wish you could be mine.
All of you.
