Breeze as an Afterthought

When Love Breezes on by.

Torrid breezeneed to sneezespring came aroundallergy boundstuffing noses, sensitive eyesplucking petals makes me cry.Within a sickly statemet a special someone on a datewe spent nights and daysin a wanton hazeblurry and hotin loving thought.We felt immortal, too greatto let the spark die, waitso we carved our joyhappiness, tacit cloyin our favourite benchwe spent days clenchedtogetherin spite of disgusting weather.https://www.instagram.com/readingbread_/