when I meet my person
I will wait for birds to burst from my childhood tree
for springs to come out of nowhere, laughing,
I expect to hear piano keys touched in oceanic rain
Our hands to find each other in darkness
I hope there will be just one star on the sky
so we'll both choose the same one
off, but I am sorry...
have I already met you?
I am blind and deaf and dumb
because I've never loved before
so, is it the taste of it? Of love?