We drowned out the voices in our hearts 
that our love had run its course,
for this night at least
the old music played louder
than the truth that beat beneath our shirts, 
and as the stars melted into morning
we smiled at the old stories
and left our love hanging in the air
as we embarked alone 
on our tomorrows.

 

xx Atticus

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