Ends

into the woods

I went deep into the woods

the places we used to play

make love

&

wander hand in hand

&

thought of you

Write, you’d say

just no more fucking poetry

write those stories

the ones about stuff

of love

of people

of

you

&

Me

i took a piece of chalk

wrote her name

&

mine

&

a heart

even though

we were no longer lovers

&

back then

i was older

more mature

than this juvenile

chalk in hand

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