Just so you know I still can grin
when thoughts of you return to me.
No one would say that such is sin
when I embrace my memory.
Let not the wound be opened now—
the stitching’s only just pulled out.
I’ll hold my tongue from making vows,
and try to reign my bitter shout.
P.S. I’m exhausted tonight. As such, this post is brief.
Tale Told 