Sixth Month

Started from a tease,
ended in a mess.
Luckily mended,
now we’re living managed.

Back in the days,
focused, unhazed.
At your house,
we awkwardly loitered.

Been good, been bad,
but to me, with a lot
balancing life
in the scholarship’s light.

I may not be sweet,
I will always forget,
but know that disorder
torments me and will forever.

Not tried to kiss you,
haven’t tried to touch you,
’cause gossip behind the registrar’s
will dim a pilgrim to Rome’s stars.

I’m letting you thrive
like a rose not being picked.
This is not neglect,
this is respect.

Now walking on different roads,
chasing different buses,
but true love never fades
it reforms, it just changes.