I told you a year ago
while we were buried somewhere
in the mountains, I'm not sure which ones,
that I believe in magic
and you didn't say so but
I think you silently agreed—
how could you not?
You too watched the sun climb from behind
the mountains overlooking us,
and heard how joyously the birds sang when it did.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
I told you a year ago
while we were buried somewhere
in the mountains, I'm not sure which ones,
that I believe in magic
and you didn't say so but
I think you silently agreed—
how could you not?
You too watched the sun climb from behind
the mountains overlooking us,
and heard how joyously the birds sang when it did.
It's been a year since that weekend. I don't think I'll ever forget.
