Spring

11/30/2024-12/1/2024: it's cold tonight. Room temp upon arrival was 48 degrees.

Conjoined souls wondering, wandering, and pondering
Eloigned from the pressures of time and space

Viewing us as if we were me, experiencing us as if we are three
Not remembering what we have seen, for what we have is worth more than all could be

A bright, violent flame unpossessed by thoughts of rain
So eager for what it could attain it ignores what would become its bane

Raptured together, fractured apart, my heart is yours to treat as art
Tethered at the hip, interwoven with no fear to rip, at the end of every road beckons our love's abode.