[▲] DEMIGODS - POETRY

four

two more years apart,

he didn't forget her,

she was safe in his heart.

they found each other again,

and he realised they could try.

at dusk,

they wished each other good night,

falling asleep so tight.

one day, she told him,

i love you,

and he did too.

they were like a newly-potted ceramic vase.

fresh, smooth, with a promising future ahead of them.

but every artists' work of art was meant to be ruined.

the only thing that mattered was when.