it was a child's love
holding hands like
the space between our fingers
would bond our souls tighter
lips touching and melting
not knowing what more
could make our hearts beat faster
handcrafting gifts
that would reflect our intentions
of going to the world's end
for each other
restless after every fight
wanting to make it right
but knowing space is what we needed
giving in, professing love
heaving sighs of relief
and feeling like the world was right again
growing up
learning ways of the world
what strangers taught us
alcohol and attention
freedom and choice
realizing that hugs stopped feeling as warm
wanting things that were different
but overthinking ways to make
things work with each other
kisses now flavored with whisky
silence comforting but sometimes not
anger and pain so intense
that the other couldn't see you, the real you
friends and bosses with mismatched ideas
we held hands, but the space between our fingers
no longer needed to be filled
recognizing that the we'd come too far
to let it all go, but giving up anyway
because a child's love
though what i want again
ran out that day
when i understood that there was only you
and no me, in the future
that we would have built.
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