Wednesday, October 7, 2015

What will you get me?

What will you get me? I ask.

Headed to different destinations,
different experiences, different directions,
different buses, different people
different beds
different universes for a bit,
I try to hang on to bits and pieces
of you; of past travels; passions.

Hoping that when we meet they’ll collide.
Again.

And maybe. Just maybe. We’ll create art.
Again.

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