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
Airah Writes 