Strings of love.

Last night
Under a full moon
Surrounded by strangers

We stood
In the middle of a smoking room

With open skies
And windy guitar riffs

The floor
Sweaty
Under our feet

Her arms folded
Around my silence

I whispered,

“If you were a balloon,
I’d never tie you to anything.”

Love is about letting someone lose.
And having them come back to you.

Because it’s you they chose.

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