LOVE Poem: We Left the Door Ajar, by Chidumebi Philips

We were eloping,
you and I,
birds,
smoke and blue jeans,
escaping into these halves,
One piece at a time.

The first was the rusty rooftop,
The other was burnt cigarettes,
and then the dusty buses,
set free in this place,
all on this photograph,
and picture frame.

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