I dream
a lot
and I
remember
most of them—
streets
lights
names and faces
of strangers
even emotions
speeches
dance
they came
like
renditions
sometimes
it feels
like they’re
a prophesy

I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold

over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old

behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle

Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

How the hours went by,
people just passing through
The descending sun ending
a forever with you.

listening to music for airports.
planes that fly in blue.
still. eternal. true.
colours made of love.
love made of colours.
child of child raised.
lowered.
elder of elder lowered.
raised.
floating. dreaming.
wanting. being.
wanting more. never having.
having more. never wanting.

when you speak,
colors drop from
your lips.
when i first met
you, my world
was so bright.
i think you
blinded me.
now all i can see
is black
and the world
isn’t beautiful
anymore