It was so needed.
The complete getaway
from work,
from all the harsh edges
that life has thrown at us recently.
Trying to unmark the marks you made.
uncross the lines you crossed.
I / we craved that romantic castle
with turrets and open fires
and the dreamy four poster bed.
The way they came when
we lounged in front of the crackling fire ~
lit the candles
that flooded ( in only the way candles do)
the room with the softest light.
I read this , this week ~::~
* You are already a writer, if you love what you do*
So the words were written.
And we watched the rooks that looked like black confetti in the sky
until their shape burned into our eyelids.
Listened while the world sang the songs,
softly.
Rested my hand on your knee as you drove.
Dreamed of other castles,
long ago.
We dressed
our hearts
in what they love.
Each other.
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