We moved to your basement so we could lie in comfort.
You brought out your speaker and played the album Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by The Beatles.
You turned off the lights and placed yourself parallel beside me.
I closed my eyes.
This was it, Max.
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
