Love Late

You took my hand and pulled me to your side and let me sit on a high stool in front of everyone until I became too shy to move and couldn’t move freely, every step I took was full of worries for fear that I would step on the thorns of indifference of everyone …remember the poem I read to you?Remember the love between us?They will eventually be submerged in the dust of history, including you and me... Destedt, Halder, Adam