I am walking briskly in the cold
and think of you
and smile a little to myself in frustration
and amusement.
I have pushed and fled and fought so many
but you would not give yourself up to be treated thus
and I do not want to push or flee or fight you at all
And perhaps this is why I smirk at the irony and shrug and adjust my scarf.
1 comment:
What beautiful expression of yourself, don't lose these thoughts and feelings.
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