Park Hill valentine

What I could not say I spelled out in runes on a tomb; I tattooed the skin of a mammoth building— I LOVE YOU, see? Let me leave no doubt. This city made us hard as nails, sharp as knives; you cast down your eyes, refused to look up at my love as it towered above us, it failed. WILL U MARRY ME? I left it suspended, unanswered, unending on the walkway, just in case, where you gave me my head for heights. Then one day the tomb raiders came, saw an open invitation and they retraced it in neon. Beside this, your name slowly fades.

Kristina Diprose