Entangled, fused, and bound.

I always wanted to become entangled with someone…
You, specifically. If our bones could become fused together
or tied like twine, we would never have to say goodbye and
maybe our love could become engraved into more than the oak
tree behind my mother’s house… Maybe we could have it bound
by leather and placed on a shelf; that way it could never be erased…
Only lost or maybe misplaced but always brought back to soft hands; a warm embrace.


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