You broke the faith, and strangely, weakly, slipped apart.

the winter soldier

    God knows 'twere better to be deep
    Pillowed in silk and scented down,
    Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
    Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
    Where hushed awakenings are dear...
    But I've a rendezvous with Death
    At midnight in some flaming town,
    When Spring trips north again this year,
    And I to my pledged word am true,
    I shall not fail that rendezvous.

- alan seeger

4th: 10:33 pm: ❄ HMD & CONTACT | swear by the green of the spring you will never forget;