Save
Because the night you asked me,the small scar of the quarter moonhad healed – the moon was whole again;because life seemed so short;because life stretched out before melike the halls of a nightmare;because I knew exactly what I wanted;because I knew exactly nothing;because I shed my childhood with my clothes -they both had years of wear in them;because your eyes were darker than my father’s;because my father said I could do better;because I wanted badly to say no;because Stanly Kowalski shouted “Stella…;”because you were a door I could slam shut;because endings are written before beginnings;because I knew that after twenty yearsyou’d bring the plants inside for winterand make a jungle we’d sleep in naked;because I had free will;because everything is ordained;I said yes.
