2Square

The newness of you faded like clothes in the wash... much the same as freshness of London and all the other cities cycled to many times...Once so vibrant and beautiful... Bright orange and red hues... mixed with a few dark undertones...It’s easy to be sentimental... the need to be touched or worn...like anything left in the closet on a hanger for to long.... now the stitching that held tightly like our bodies is worn.. separation began after a few quick wears... lost in the fabric of time.. like a forgotten name.. or a wilted flower.... this looks endless... Where’s the happy ending?.. subtle hints or signs... please don’t walk ahead when we walk together....after all we aren’t then in fact walking together...but rather walking alone..jv