Twenty

sixteen

you're just two months,

i'm a hundred ninety nine.

she's a hundred ninety six.

but you are two months

breathing life below

your mum's button.

two months of growth

wrapped beneath our

juvenile warmth

what are two months

but a grain of sand in

a play box in the park

in those two months

were surely unmade

plans and decisions

two months of diving

into her sea eyes and

seeing future of us

the span of two months

i was at happiest with

one and a half heart

but you're two months

that's a boomerang which

won't ever come back

two months that flew by

into the sky straight up

the heaven as an angel