It's been said
better to have loved
and lost
than never to have
loved at all,
but what is it
to have loved
without the opportunity?
To not wipe away tears,
beg forgiveness,
lay beside such beauty
you smile through sleep,
all while knowing
only two ticking hands
keep you away
from true romance.
Want to touch your arm
yell tag you're it
and run away,
kiss you-
over and over-
while I rinse the shampoo
and the water runs
down your face,
tell you everything
I'm so scared to.
Think it is better-
blueberry season
is coming soon
with the pollen,
and you can never
like blueberries
too much.
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