sometimes, i just want to
go back to the times when we
were sleeping on the streets:
backs to the ground,
eyes to the stars—
every pain and every ache
i incurred was worth
every moment spent
alone with you
and the music we made
together
(you were every dream
i had come to life)
— we've come so far; together
YOU ARE READING
tessitura
Poetryit's the way they serenade each other. [ a collection of twoset poems ]
