Keeno
In the last phase of our relationship
We played a game of chicken
To see who
Would say it first, who would ask
A question, profess their inner most
Romance.
Only for the other to slam them for their
Positive forward thinking, to laugh at the
prospect
Of a life together, to gurn at the
greatness and power of love
And what it can translate to.
We worked to disarm each other until our arms
Longed for no one else and the story we
wrote flowed
Through our broken letterbox into a place
where you and I
Are friends and companions swinging on a
chair we build with our hand and smiles.
I’ll admit it … I’m a keeno.
But even now, I’ll only say it if I’m
Sure you will too.
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