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. 😊