starting

i suppose

it was supposed

to be me

who loved you

without much

suppositions

but i doubted i

*

all of us are

going through too much

and one day

i am sure we will

breathe easy

like the summer

until we remember

that there were those

unsure of these sun-steeped days

and who didn’t make

it here with

all of us

who are

*

how nice

it is to crumble

and still remain

*

go to your dreams

for in them

you lay

with truth