We met on a bench
Gave our greetings
Something clicked
We talked for a while
Our lives a part
We exchange digits
Said goodbye
We called each other
Talked some more
The first days
Where we were in our minds
Feeling pulled together
We met again
We smiled again
We took on obstacles
We took on challenges
We pushed on
Made a new life's story
With two mains instead of one
YOU ARE READING
Quill & Ink
PoetryThese are my emotions. My inner words. To throw in the wind. To one day reach you.
