something tells me so

 

i don’t want to see the city i love

if it’s not through your eyes

the streets you own, the gate to your home

your old school’s red little door that tells me you’ve adventured

before I was at your side

 

the rows of dark houses

echoing my dreams back at me

the chill I feel isn’t from the cold but I

grab your waist anyway

 

“you make me feel euphoria”

 

are we euphoric in the taxi cab you kiss my forehead in?

in the invisible night park

where we count

the million bright lights shining for us

in our sky?

 

you’re made of these places

the sparkling energy in the air—the same as

the electric current running through your skin

 

our dreams are bigger than others’—

they dream of seeing us in a cage

or feeling special for a few hours

we dream of a lifetime of looking up at the stars

and never worrying

 

some paths were meant to cross and

some paths we’re meant to be cross at

i wonder what would have happened had you asked

a week earlier, back when I would have had to say no

would we still be here drinking vanilla milkshakes

in the diner you’ve been going to since you were born

would we still be hugging each other’s side down

quiet city streets

something tells me so

 

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3 comments

  1. NEKNEERAJ · March 29, 2016

    It’s a sweet beautiful poem with very nice flow.

  2. ebeadie · March 29, 2016

    It’s beautiful!

  3. SAN_jeet · March 29, 2016

    Long and lovely

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