In passing,
The splitting flood of daylight cuts my view,
Seeing her watch the shadow of buildings come over my leaning look,
Recalling her past us.
An increasing simmer boils up an emotion,
"if they cannot control themselves" warms a thin built home.
Letting flames grow,
dancing down every square section of frailty,
What glory that facade becomes ashes.
Exposed: a burning heart,
That "it is not good for the man to be alone,"
Make him a helper suitable to build for;
Be housed with.
Stare of a scared girl,
Hurt by an exposed heart blown over,
Wide eyes well at golden hour.
Soaking her expression with comfort;
She releases through warm waves of floodgates thrown open,
Quenching a fire she leaves in between us.
She goes home,
We lost it;
Tossed between the season and a calm heart.
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