traffic jam

When paper hearts colored in crayon’s crimson are left on the window sill,

The sun fades love away.

People walk-on-by

Not seeing the cracked lines on the asphalt or scribbles in the sky.

Fidelity is an unwanted seatbelt and monogamy is driving the speed limit.

But negligence is the dreaded traffic jam we could’ve prevented.


Chester Delagneau

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