And for one delicate moment
it all made sense.

Balanced on a bean-bag in your living room,
colouring tiny petals with bright highlighter.
Onions and bacon tempted us toward the kitchen
and swooping piano notes rained down around us.
In that single heartbeat,
I understood.

Green grass conversations
on the long summer days
that refused to go to bed.
Lying on our backs
as the sky spun circles overhead.
Our wild ideas that lacked intention
but were beautifully conceived.
Being giddy,
dancing in the gutters,
laughter gliding over rooftops.
The baby blue tears
that we both cried
when we feared the very worst,
and the boy we’ve shared;
my past and your future,
your lover and my friend.

For one runaway instant,
it all made sense.
Every incidental second.


“Walk with me as we break at the seams,
Remembering these childhood dreams.”