october 1st, 2018 – 11:57pm.
watery walkways aligned with tulip trails,
soaked with tears from the tales we never got to tell.
walking past your basement near 28th street,
when the church on clyde park was all we had for a bedroom.
your words provoked platoons to be courageous,
and when we’d find ourselves vivacious from the amount of flirtatious conversations,
pulling foundations from beneath other nations,
raising our declaration high above our temptations,
until all we heard was great job, you won this one.
those battles were lovely, weren’t they?