Like When You Spoke To Me

Remember
the
time you
spoke to me,
whispering
in
between half
notes,
like
chromatic
steps leading our
hearts
to
the symphony
inside
of
our youthful
desires.
Or, remember
the time
we danced like
7th graders,
falling into our loose
bodies,
and without
the
cares of
adulthood,
as
we simply
allow ourselves
to fall
in between
the
crevices
of
our youth.
See,
when you spoke
to me,
we
danced without
music,
and we
let
the world around
us
downshift into
the its
lowest gear.
When
you spoke to
me,
we
let ourselves
be
just
who we
were meant
to be.

M.C. Davis