Forest Park

I run out of love for you
restless in our ending…
this should have been us
ringed fingers
making vows
this should have been us
but we both run,
we both run so far that
love can’t catch us
that it doesn’t need us anymore
*
The lemon juice sweetened
still tastes like citrus bittered
it doesn’t make me miss you
or being where we sat still
in my veil, your vest
with eyes starring
with clocks ticking
with the cake uncut
and speeches figetting in breast pockets
*
could we promise to fight for
time and a shared mailbox
a bed with both hearts beating
side by side?
no
babe,
like the L to Forest Park
we sped away.
*
and I ..
..shamelessly
without restaint..
floated.

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