I’ll paint a picture with autumn leaves,
carve our names into a bench,
or our initials, with a heart around them.
I’ll dance in the rain and laugh,
smile all day long for no particular reason,
crack up when we’re apart,
go loopy when we’re not.
I’ll make you a mixtape like they used to
and put pictures of us online as they do.
I’ll shout out the beauty and pause for a moment
before I open my eyes and discover the world anew.
I’ll learn exotic languages to describe it all
and invent words for all the things nobody ever saw.
I’ll forget what it will all become one day;
nobody will tear this madhouse down for now.
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