sometimes there are no answers but the ones forced in contrivitions
and what do we do do with them
suffer and cry
delete old numbers
throw away old love letters
would we destroy what we’ve built
in the tempest of change
or will we enjoy all the beauty
of the leaves that turn
–

nights spent in old rhymes
considering past times
regurgitating lines
to make some sense out of life

how fast the time flies
and everything that tries eventually dies
but we shook off a little dust from the sky
and made believe our love could soar

linear looked to us like an equation
no regrets without expectations
signed in advance of a known destination
carried on without hesitation

to what beginnings
and what endings
around & around

don’t let me stop
i cannot stop

love me
where it is

and only there
—

“we’re one, but we’re not the same…”

by JTW
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