when we were young
your bike had only one seat
I was sitting while your pushed
because you had passed
once we were walking past a bakery
with little sweets on display
we didn't have enough money for two
so you passed
when we had to drive home
after our wedding night
whenever someone offered you a drink
you were happy to have passed
I forgot to thank you
but once you couldn't pass
god pulled you to the front
and finally there
you passed
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoésieTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
