The world is romantic,
With its fresh snow, the ice that brings two bodies colliding,
the spring with its rain, as a girl stares out her window and imagines being embraced drenched, stuck with petals from the trees, and the other laughs, and pulls one from her hair,
It gives way to summer, the world is ignited, overflowed in warmth, so many possibilites in the sunshine
and I watch from a bench of my own
Write empty letters to the landscape of your skin, it is easy
When the world is emitting fervor,
to fool myself.
how easy it is, to make yourself fall for the transitions of seasons,
To ignore what you really covet
In my head I imagine my love is a well
And it is dry, when I am honest,
But I can fill it with emptiness, make believe that love is steady and not rivers that roll and build into an ever turbulent ocean
I walk to my well, stare into the absence of ripples, and toss in a coin as if to say I wish.
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