Monday, February 04, 2013

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