Our
hands held
each other in the dark to serve
an assurance
that it was never a wholehearted intention when
the time
would come to leave and move on
.
Broken promises mended like
Broken bones
Plastered with apologies and reassurances
The memories remained much like
Scars
Never hampering future play
.
Summer left me greasy
with sticking hair.
Tanned.
Only to be rescued by winter.
Embracing securely were my layers of clothes
that I forgot how it felt to be naked.
Confined
Only to be rescued by...
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