dear

When did it happen?
The brush turned into wildfire
and everything fled from the tidal
that rolled in like an eleventh hour rescue
sent to seal the story
in a sun-proof vault
with the moon blinding travelers

This stage was set, dearest, days ago
You had no idea
You didn’t even have a ticket
and you weren’t looking for a show
But now you can’t look away
and you’re begging them not to say “Curtain”

That means trap
That means fire
That means devotion
That means you’ve
that means you’re
that means you’re

silly Wolf
don’t you know
that this is
love
That, dear, is all you’ve ever wanted
and you may have found it
if you’d just
wait

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