Poem for Escapril 2026. White lettering on a rich orangey red background. In the name of love No number or date signifies Our love song. A celebration, a dirge, a love song. Your skin so not mine, My skin so mine. This time we became one Or something close to that. I wasn’t there or nearby. I never suffered under that sky. This pain we call this pain Is all of our pain in all of our time. This hill we’ll die on, Our time to die on, once more. Nowhere we’ll be remembered Nowhere will we find the memory. Of what we did. Yet still we see Love.
And oopsies once again!
Too much socialising!
Meant for yesterday so an obvious prompt again. Yes, I am THAT old.
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#inthenameoflove
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