Was in a dream
I picked up some flowers they had been set down on the grass as a tribute, mark of respect was the to take as remembrance of your own
I placed the flowers bright pink and yellow onto soft grass
You then came by
We talked some small talk, not much
You lay down alongside me
You made a rollie
Smoked away
I drew, the pencil was drawing grand buildings I let the pencil construct and flow with the scene
You looked on
You were nervous so joked, made up another smoke
I knew you had so much more to say
I did too
We didn't need to
...
I can feel you
.