"Let's pretend
that we're travelers."
I told you
as we walked along the landscape
of the city
two misfits
you're always talking about
escaping
always thinking
about it
always dreaming
about it
"let's not pretend,"
you shook your head
and stared down at the streetlights
that looked like stars
from up here
"let's be."
YOU ARE READING
The Middle
Poetry"There's a fine line between the beginning and the end, and we were simply caught in the middle."
