I remember the nights we walked the meadow road to the pond

talked about things we wanted to understand but didn’t

we wanted it to be more than a friendship…..you said you did too

but we just couldn’t decide where to start the process of screwing up perfection

maybe thats why it was so sweet and easy…. Because we had just enough emotion…..to engage but not to tangle

I don’t know where you are now……..life happens

but I do know what “Love” is……..it is the absence of expectation and the beauty of being warm

Without worrying about burning up

and every time I hear cicadas……I always think of you

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