A year ago,
a shared joint
between strangers.
Now,
we only share
the tired look
in our eyes.
My journey of healing and love.
A year ago,
a shared joint
between strangers.
Now,
we only share
the tired look
in our eyes.
Only good things are coming,
The wind is changing
There’s a frightened horizon
Banging on the door
The whispers leave footprints
And the moon crescents above