Sundays In The Rain

Left Behind The Neo

Like tip-toeing all evening just to get in your head?

Like crawling crabs in flower beds

Like brown paper packages tied up in strings?

Like french fries and chicken wings

Like the serenity that is a coffee shop?

Like Mathew filling up our cups

Like little kids peeing from a height?

Like driving till Neo is out of sight

Like rainy Sundays and Shiver’s sting

Like the rush that talking to you brings

Deep conversation of relationships and of flings…

These are a few of my favorite things💞

Photos and half of this poem by Charles Isidi. Hello, new friend. 😊