COUPLED
the ducks waddled up for bread "I have nothing for you" I said.
the gusty air my far off stare
I'm not a fool, winter isn't over but my hope seems to be an overexposure
back to classes and homework away from my favorite artwork
seasonal sadness hit me too hard my thoughts for you have become avant-garde
yet somehow I don't even care what's the point of a love affair?