I’m sure you know now, why you had to ask twice
Before I forsook the scripted words I’d meant to protect you.
You wove hope into the winded sway of my hemline but my bare feet stand resolutely in place.
Even so, I admire you for the painted promises on your palms, your calculated composure.
I’d rather wear down a darker heart, but I’ll pay you due wages of honesty for your fated friendship.
And while we both play the author in a tale of disconnect, I’ll always wish your character the sweetest
Eyes ever guarding the margins between fact and fiction.
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