There were dark trees -
It was New Year's Eve -
I remembered you snatching my diary, tearing it away from my grasp -
What's in here you asked, laughing, clasping my wrists together -
What have you written ?
Later, in the boat park, you held me in your arms -
I was breathless, barely able to speak -
My lips were bruised from kissing -
Sometimes we would drive at night -
You would stop the car and hold my hand -
You would say I can hear your heart -
December 2025
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