We're too old,
You and I,
To be showing up on each other's doorsteps late at night
We are not children,
With Forever laid out before us
like the roads of Rome
But you are a balm to my soul
And the eye in my storm
And for this
If nothing else
you will be remembered.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
We're too old,
You and I,
To be showing up on each other's doorsteps late at night
We are not children,
With Forever laid out before us
like the roads of Rome
But you are a balm to my soul
And the eye in my storm
And for this
If nothing else
you will be remembered.
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