Tegrodera

i often think
about that windy day
in the park.
the way you looked
when you thought
there was ever a chance in hell
I would leave you;
that you could somehow
be too much
of anything
for me.
i wish i had stopped
and held you
and looked deep into your eyes
and assured you,
beyond any shadow of a doubt,
that i was yours
if you wanted me.

i often think
about that windy day
in the park.

~lt

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