We met in the field
Young and jovial
Full of youthfulness
Hotness with affection
Burning with ambers of love

The woods beyond watched
All the games we played
Grass was “green” how we rolled
It was fun indeed

Second thought, forgotten
We risked exploring the woods
Blind to dangers it bringeth
Arms empty without map
We defined a route

Hardly a mile, am blinded
Darkness all over, where are you?
Are you lost? Or are you pricking me?
No you aren’t good at games

I MUST look for you.
© jmoresay

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