I am ready.
To fall apart.
To meet you.
Again.
Say 'I love you's' in a park.
To hate when it breaks.
I met you somewhere along an avenue.
Coffee, I suppose.
And then I lost you. Again.
Found you. In a place of expected conquers.
Kiss me. Please. Just once.
For old time's sake.
You've moved on.
So have I.
Just not with you.