Qualifying your affection.
No promises, guarantees…so afraid
I’ll overestimate commitment.
Your fear seems desperate
as a butterfly
escaping the net.
But I am no collector.
I have no pins
to pierce your heart.
Only hands to capture
a fleeting moment
of cherished flight together.
Resigned to release you.
No promises, guarantees…so afraid
when season’s end must come.
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