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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