I display my fondness for you with words
on Icy car windows. And like our fragile
Partnership the words lose their meaning
when the heat is on. On work days I
pen our plans on the back of warm bus
tickets. Inbetween the the smudged print
I scetch our dreams, never do I keep them
they are left for the lovers huddled at the
back. I show my trust in you by placing
A pad of poems upon your sweet warm
lap feeling like a proud school child.
I only hope you don't understand a word.
Not Long Left
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