The Puppy Love Poem by Maria Mitea

it stops in the heat of the day and picks your wildflowers.
it's coming. it certainly comes. out of the world. ones.
white moths will flutter their wings at your years
'if you want. come to dinner. we'll be us'

for fear of another step back. every second asks incessantly
'what could have been'
the eyes remained face to face. fix on that crucifix.
chain hanging on the rearview mirror '

a heart that splits in the rain.

- it hurts... but no... I can't open the door.
'let's run. run with me. now'
one last look disappears in the flood of rain.
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it can hit. anyone. anywhere. anytime.
in silence... keep your hand on the door handle.
if not. we can say.

'it was the tyranny of time'
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we only need a minute. open the door to the outside world.