Friday, June 14, 2019

Poem 3

It was simple, if I loved you, you loved me.
We were walking
Nikemates.
Because we had wings in our shoes.
I fought for you.
With pistols and arrows.
You would come.
I would wait for you
Are you coming?
We are convinced of us.
At some points
that is not the same as the future.

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