CIRCUS.


Let’s run away together to my Circus, He said.

I don’t like the circus, she said.

Let’s walk then, two by two to worlds end, he said.

My feet hurt and I hate clowns, she said.

I will kiss your feet, protect you from the clowns, he said.

Kisses don’t heal bruises, kisses help one naught, she said.

He wondered but never asked why, The sadness in her eyes, Haunted by what he knew not,

But she remembers, What he chose to forget,

She still remembered, Her first day at his circus, Long before it was ever his,

Her first day with the clown.

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