Hey there long lost lover

The candle glows roughly
on our transcript

Before we became vise grip
adversaries you grew in the
garden of my capillaries

Ever so slowly I've
suffered your absence

But snap!

I'm not one to over think
our spontaneous upshot and what killed
that creativity

Once I posed a risk it became cloudy
whether or not I might
have ever grown into
your last name

Written by Sara Fielder © May 2017