Thursday, September 4, 2014

We used to wait



Did you know?
Your mind knocks on my door. 

It wants us to play.
It tells me things.

Like

How do you feel?

We.

We used to write letters 
to drown them into the sea.

We left our love on a tree
because you wanted the world to see
what it can mean to be
you
me

Me.



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