we could’ve swapped letters,

and possibly our sweaters,

a slice of life, like apple pie,

to share with just us two.

we could’ve both pretended we weren’t writing just for you.

we could’ve started all anew

a burst of sonnets, all of them true

we wrapped in a bouquet like flowers

pretending they were just freshly picked too.

the times have changed now, in lieu,

we tear the petals off the stemscould we have possibly been more true,

and seen the world

as it sees you?

but then our little world would stop,

you’d watch us sink and drop,

we’d never see it from your view

we’d watch you fade away like the early morning dew