Poets Books

If our paths ever cross

I’ll love you like crazy.

We’ll fall together

in lost time

until time doesn’t matter

until nothing matters

and they can have all the stars.

I’ll take your hand until I’m lost too.

We’ll meet halfway in Casablanca

on that last train, sharing a car

towards forever

existing

in that shared consciousness

of human existence.

If you can’t make it

I’ll live in your phone

until the battery dies. And we forget.

But somewhere in the sphere

we call time

we existed

halfway in Casablanca.