he and i walk through the garden
counting the flowers and all the ones
we see how can this be
swimming amoung the colors, textures, shapes,
watching them bloom as the rain falls, such beauty
i cannot begin to gather such thoughts to explain the
feelings inside me at this precise moment in time.
this moment of mine will become the most vivid memory
i will cherish forevermore.
YOU ARE READING
at a cafe in midsummer
Poetrycountless hours, I lay awake at 3am listening to the sound of his heart beating next to me calling out for my very own heart.