Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Walking

Can I watch you smile again,
To ease my soul from a lonely stroll,
To see you bat lashes and get flush in your cheeks,
To take your hand and not let go.
Can I walk you home again,
To hear the crunching leaves and see your breathe,
To touch palms under street lights and stars,
And spin around until we're all that's left.