A pebble is as rusty a bike chain underneath my bus
I see a city of wonder instead of lost
I ate chili like It were my first time.
The sky takes away all tears and I am as joyful as a child stepping in a puddle
The needle is underneath my cloth
And sun shimmers
I have rejoiced with my first sewing memory.
You’ve probably been motivated by rain or motivated by how light the sun touches your skin early morning.
The sun kisses me like Sunday morning.
A rose needle has me staring out the bus window
My eyes wonder but you are not close to me.
I reject all common sense and you smile back at me.
Tomorrow we meet; I believe.
You brought my first sorrow and sadly it stayed; however patience was key after 3 years.
I see you again.
You are the same as ever.
I am reliefed.
Again, you laugh with me. At stupid things.
We were at Dave and Busters at Arcadia.