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Watching the Ivy Grow

I know the nature of your mind
Obsessive planning, minutes gained and hours trashed
My name gets lost in traffic
But nevermind the flowers, chocolates, or intricately scripted card
There�s an old, old house I recall
We used to pass it by
Perfect cobble walls, and cedar planks saturated with the scent of abandonment
It is a familiar smell we both know
I want to see a smile slip because I�m funny
I crave afternoons and evenings of an embrace that speaks skin to skin �you are safe now�
.. Even breathing next to you would be enough for me
So it�s time we pay the house a visit
So we can watch the ivy grow up mossy walls
Take note of the regrowth, as we declutter ourselves in the process
I promise you, we need this
Take my hand, I�ll guide you there
Be present, here, with me.