Ya-Su

All season come to past, a cycle through, new colours gone, but one has yet been mixed. Neon memories coated pink and blue paint the here and now. When dry, it will fix. At first had speed yet now seems like a blur. Come close, now look. We pass milestones of the firsts, the bests, and it does now occur to me, to us, that we've begun to love. It's more than things. It's more than words or looks. A touch, a tone, a straying thought about this life we lead. I'll keep it in my books, for when space hurts. We'll know, we shant cry out. Pair up, our lives now make a daisy chain. Butterflies come to me. Let's go again.