The sweet smell
the feeling in between my toes...

The test is not time,
or any other well thought out plan...

Feelings that have been locked up,
For fear that they will be damaged once again...

I remember those days were we would laugh together
cry together...

Sitting on this train
Devising my plan...

I'd wait till morning
till the sun shone brighter than before...

For all the words I know
there are profound ones I cannot utter without...

Through the frail gate
lies words of love...

We create war
we support injustice...

You ask me if I love you,
and I ask myself how to begin...