I try to avoid thoughts of
the way you kiss my hair, my neck.
I focus on words spent
the truths expressed
the cold, unemotive prose that
neatly
wraps up the matter at hand.
We were never planned.
So I must stop seeking signs
and instead use my mind
not the plague of a child's
view of love.
With love, Beau xx
Location:Torment
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