promise me one thing
it was saturday morning
and you promised we would
pick flowers unless it rained
the rain never came
and neither did you
and I was left rearranging
my hopes inside a brown paper bag
next day the sun shined
like it had never done before
and for a brief moment I believed
this time you would come around
august two thousand nineteen
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Very beautiful
Thank you very much.
You’re very welcome Matthew.