Strings

In the end, it's about the things
that save themselves.
Together. On the same page.
If my end of the rope slips out of my hand,
The only thing that's up to you is
whether you will drop your end too
Or you would laugh at my clumsiness
and gesture with your head
Softly telling me to "pick it back up, silly"

If the house breaks,
We rebuild it if we can.
Or we find another place to stay.
Together.
Benches in the parks never go out of style.
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