New Chapters.

Books,
chronicles,
days, mes and yous.
It all purges a new page. A new beginning. A blank sheet to spare. And to no worry, I am here to start this new journey. This new me. This old you. This old me; this new you.
I don't even know how to lie, he says.
She knows he does, but wont. At least not now.
And she is thankful for the unexpectedness, for the open car doors.
He kisses her freckles. One by one, down her back.
Something of wonder. And she wonders, where did this come from?
Not looking; not searching. Not needing to grow up. Not needing.
She spills. He listens. With intent, and sincerity. She's found it.
The sincerity she's been looking for. What she has been needing.

She's been needing these new chapters.