It was time to go, I peeled away,
walked down the steps and you faded to grey.
Into the day—I went, lit by the fires of the night,
embraced by the comfort of your worn-out jeans
and the taste of chocolate swimming in my mouth,
and sea salt on my skin, and a warm breeze
and a lazy palm tree.
By staying, I did not love you more.
By leaving, I did not love you less.
I simply loved. I simply did.
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