When the coast was clear,
we'd jump the rooftops.
Drive for hours to forget the world,
lay next to you, to still be so distant.
The city at night looks endless,
the contrast of a real purpose and an urgent adolescence.
On these steps, the world was ours,
bowed my head toward your chest,
how we paid such close regard
to everything but beyond obstruction.
A moment stolen, to paint our picture,
a captured honest and pure affection,
to document the contrast: attraction & connection.
If we're to get beaten by this winter,
if we're to get strangled by regret
don't let our love of life and tension
float on by, a deprived attention.
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