june daze

From bar bathroom exits this grew into something more than we ever had hoped.

Stuck in my place,

I struggled to say hello.

A bad first impression, laughing ever so slightly,

Your presence came to my rescue like the words I love to read.

Up, up, up.

We gathered to the common grounds of where we would find a new kind of bond.

Passion or not at all, coming around, set in our place.

Blood on our hands, cooling down, life is too short to worry.

Friendly faces from a new land whispered to me in expression about where you came from

and what you planned to leave behind in this world.


  • sar



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