Graffiti

I long to write our names
in chalk on the pavement
outside a chip shop
future streaks
multicoloured
smudges of
an urban rainbow
blended by a thunderstorm.

or carve them together
locked forever
in a makeshift
heart of barkness
tree scratched
with a key
for a little metal box
which I lost
no sooner
than I found it.

(why a chip shop? I don’t know, but it screams romance to me)

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