Love is a promise
kept like time, spread like ashes;
everyone remembers, no one knows.

Secrets are a kind of love,
held like sand, spread like glass;
no one remembers, everyone knows.

We don't talk. We are careful,
protecting ourselves for each other,

keeping ashes,
spreading sand.

Patience is also a kind of love.
I don't know why.

11/22/2014

Posted on 11/22/2014
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