i want to go back there.
to that little park
we first escaped to.
where you told me
you wished the little one
loved leaves
instead of cars.
where it felt as if time,
for me,
had stopped
yet
slipped through my fingers
just as quickly.
it was really the beginning
of the end for us there,
wasn’t it?
i want to go back there.
to that little park
we first escaped there
before i go.
just one
last
time
and remember you
one
last
time.
~lt
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