go.
You, in view, drenched in a rose colored bloom
At sunset our steps silhouette the avenue
Moons ago we met, two molecules passing through
Complex in design, my approach: rather casual
A relationship set sail, smitten by our ways
Crashing into bedsheets, cresting with the waves
A storybook beginning leapt up from a page
But in time, a fine wine can sour from its age
Sentiment to sediment, we’ve taken for granite—
The soft sweet nothings. Habits set in stone tablets
Chiseled away 'til there was nothing to keep
We meet down at the café, our usual seats
Reminiscing as lamplight litters the street
Coffee sips to the lips—the bitter and sweet
As hands unfold, Life’s a strange game, I know
When to grow, you have to let your petals go.
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