Basking in the brash generosity of the sun.
Mid autumn, leaves intact, cloudless.
I'm struggling-
With new found time.
Love on loan.
I recalled the item,
And moved on
From crowned thespian to recoiling mimosa.

An infantile reluctance to separate.
It's always hard to do the right thing.
Utilitarianism is a good platform.

Labels.
As I disengaged myself from you.
We had such happiness away from here.