if money were no object

if obligations didn’t exist

if bonds were broken

i’d run with you


to an apartment

with just a bed and a kitchen

bask in the glow of the morning

cuddle in the breeze of the night


read and build towers of books

write on and crumble pieces of paper

drink lots of coffee and tea

sleep in an embrace


walk the empty streets

or the cemetery in the dark

wait for the sun to rise

and spread over the horizon


but money is an object

and obligations exist

and there are so many bonds to break

but i’d still run with you

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