The fireworks echo in my ears as you lace your fingers through mine. I look into your eyes and smile.
"Promise me we'll be like this next year."
My gaze drops, and I wait a few beats before I speak again.
"I can't."
You stiffen.
"I can't promise that."
Your hands slip away and your eyes dim.
"But I'm willing to take chances. I'd take them all for you."
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThoughts spared for the ones who love and hurt and smile and believe at the same time. © fourthrose 2015 | AL
