The first night we take a walk.
Moonlit shadows swallow echoes
of footsteps.
No gravity.
Floating.
Finally landing
safety of a strangers land.
Someone that felt like home.
Home felt like maybe I will stay.
Words stuck in my throat
for a moment.
Street lights flare,
sewing threads of
memory into life.
Shy smile, whisper,
“have we always been h…read more