happymonk:

to think he said to him
laying on top of a car
looking up at the stars
in moonlight cricket
sounds and silence

we might be the only
ones out here

I felt like you deserved poetry
as intense and loaded
as the look in your eyes when you think
you’ve gone too far.
But I am still trying to blossom for you,
like a flower every Spring, 
this winter has been too long
and I am afraid that by the time it passes,
it will have been too late,
our season will have taken us away.