All streets end there

 

end in a place, that is

once I met you there

or rather right here.

Here, where we first

met forever smells

like cedar-smoke,

every street ends

in smoke so when

I kissed you, our

lungs collapsed

into gravity and

escape velocity

to other streets

which take longer

to end here, there

I mean, that place

where we met

and had to leave.

for Ammie