Don't Worry.

And then we ran,
Ran like snow drifts,
Tumbling and stumbling
Laughing at the moon!

But that’s not how the story goes.
It looks like this:

You smile, and leave.
I say nothing.
I leave, too,
Left with no choice
But to come back tomorrow
And do it again.

It’s not like smoke, or a dream, or anything.

It’s just that sometimes. Sometimes,

I want to say I love you.
But I won’t. Don’t worry.




CLR