six weeks.
it was all we had.
i felt so nervous
because time was running,
and we were still strangers.you took my sleep away,
as i waited every night
to hear your door opening,
and to know you were finally home,
sleeping in the room next door.days were passing fast.
it was blue,
it was green,
yellow and red.
all of your moods, your trunks.
YOU ARE READING
summer 83 & peaches
Fanfictionif elio perlman had written poems about the summer of 83...