the way you welcomed me in
convinced me i was yours,
and only yours.
days come slower than they did before,
and every hour we have spent full of laughter.
late night drives, and coffee mugs.
loud music and beautiful concerts,
two hands made warm in the cold.
two hearts left abandoned by other lovers,
now find peace in each others pain.
friends we were before, and friends we will remain after.
walls were built around the city
a city of our love.
distance became defense,
and we created unfair thoughts.
the way it used to be is missed,
and what happens when my lover returns.
do we pretend to last a year?
or do we pour a little salt like we were never here?
yours,
the hippie
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