[post #312 . word]

dark in the dip,
sun hidden beneath the silhouettes of trees
and for once i'm content in your absence
knowing that you are your decisions
and you need, just as i

love feels misunderstood
criticized, and forced through other eyes
spending many hours in memory of your arms
and phsically, personally in your heart
it's hard not to soar with these new wings
but i do understand the weight,
for i have been left behind before
this season of love is ours
i rejoice, and set up camp, two feet on the ground