Come away too soon
Like a brown paper bag
A love sung aloud
Has been tickled
To the ground, and gone
The kiss and hugs
Have fleeted
Quicker than
The brush
Of a squirrel’s tail
Don’t stop
It’s not over
Palms sweat
Of crystallized
Laughter
And Promises
Of uncaring kids
Echoing to
The vast space
That do not
Surrender
We won’t
Either;
No
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