wrapped around a light beam
she was. with him
unraveled the cinnamon bun
she had him and he had her
breakfast lunch and dinner
walked around holding hands
half the day
yet whatever was going on
yet whatever was going on
in the romance department
no defenses run so deep to
hold the world off
the life of them passed like the sun
basic filaments burning
less than a year since they met
caught that fiery orange contagion
cross the sky
dreaded (came the darkness)...
there, now (she knew it)...
embedded (all the memory)...
it's over (she said it)
it's over (she said it)
#katyamills
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