we will be memories and why?

willing to dislocate

the good the bad and the frustrated

let me in

i'm a stranger in the city

I see black I see white I see night 

you're very special and I keep reading

but never bookmark i sleep

somewhere in the city

the material things well they're nice

but a little all encompassing

it means very little in relation to life and the living

the giving shade and the sentient branch

reach for my feelings

I let them have, because

how we look like is very unimportant

especially now that we're older

you say no words

but communicate your trouble

i immediately understand

there's a slight tremor in my heart

and it really makes me shut off just a little whenever i'm sad

and guiding me through the weeds to the doorway

of an urban howling forest

no pressure, my head is positive

my frame, it's thin

you scrapped that idea, resurfaced a cloud 

just barely I looked and I was pounding

every inch of me lit up

and I travelled from your mouth to your eyes

and back again

I was on fire and kissing it out

repeating

I still am afraid 

I must be easy

and distracted and happy