Poem #2: The Treasure

The Treasure

It was in the soft moonlight
in the after hours of her job
where he came by her office
and said his ‘good morning’
even though it was still dark
she wanted him to be honest
because she knew this one thing
he thought of her as his treasure island
while she thought of him as her treasure

@ Renee Avard-Furlow
June 13 2015

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