our love
took a backseat
to car pooling
.
.
.
our love
took a backseat
to car pooling
.
.
.
we did
they did not
we are real
they are not
we are certain
they are not
let us forget them
before
we lose sight
of ourselves..
.
.
.
I
laze on velvety embraces
yielding our understanding
slivers of pun hovers in afterthought
shadowy hideout usher new grounds
yet imbues nothingness
nondescript imagery..
.
.
.