It’s a biting breeze meets us You pull up your collar, I tighten my scarf Walking to the park together In the hail In the dark But today’s high noon shines on us As you take my arm, and I look in your eyes, the park, it spins around us Just you and I JustContinue reading “I’m Not Holding My Breath, I’m Just Not Exactly Breathing”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 