Incubation of resources .
If love ever went right I would have nothing to write.
My soul is yours forever.
My heart is broken.
My body is preoccupied.
My mind on you and you in my mind.
Your there where obligations rest.
where do we go now needing time with no boundaries?
With no guilt
He wants me to forget all of it.
put that memory away
“no” he says “erase the file, destroy it” he says” it feels evil”