Flats stacked to the drab sky,
metal, and glass, plaster set fast
in that place where you and I
first dreamed side by side.
Night after day-bright night,
we’d return to those four walls,
hiding from city thrum
and worries, big or small.
Forgoing all formality and the days
fresh lovers waste, we fell in love
over weeks, not months-
we fell at a break-neck pace.
We compressed time
by candlelight, making
September’s breadth seem
a little less finite
as we flickered
in the fire-balmed
moon-white.
When October approached
with a swirling chill,
we boxed your belongings
in that flat’s muffled still,
moving to an
infinite elsewhere,
together, wrapped
in warm thrill.
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