Thursday, April 5, 2018

Ever (Day 442)

Sun sliding
behind the hills, 
we sat 
on the floor, 
knees crossed, and 
you told me that 
if I asked you to 
you would 
throw it all away 
for me. 
Why didn’t you
leave then? 
Could you not 
see that 
by giving up 
your own dreams, 
you were 
also damning mine?
Or didn’t you
understand that
what I meant
when I asked 
you not to leave, 
was: Ever.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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