I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Thursday, December 16

Walking home in the rain..

twelve thirty.
in the dark
and the rain
and the cold,
a warm hug at
her doorstep-
(she initiated).
‘Goodnight,’
i said, not wholly
tearing away.

She said,
“Good morning.”

and i tripped
over her eyes
and the way
she said it,
and fell for her,
then.