Hope it would last.
Not false and fake as in the past.
But real so your free to feel.
Without being armed with caution.
To protect from nights of tears.
And Sunday night fears.
Cautiously grinned as he passed his garden gate.
Knowing this cause for grinning was in the hands.
Of someone else’s heart.
And already it hurt him to be apart.
As he felt for the last time alone.
Thinking about the girl.
Who sasheid home.