into the woods

I went deep into the woods
the places we used to play
make love
&
wander hand in hand
&
I thought of you

Write, you’d say
just no more fucking poetry
write those stories
the ones about stuff
of love
of people
of
you
&
me

i took a piece of chalk
wrote her name
&
mine
&
a heart
even though
we were no longer lovers
&
back then
i was older
more mature
than this juvenile
chalk in hand.

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