I Remember, We Were Walking
By Anne, age 18, Florida
Feel the breeze, the Garden Glory
Filter in for a moment, long enough for two.
Remember the silk pamphlets breathing,
shivering in the sun and the leaves?
Just another locked love holiday, no kisses
and no eyes ...
Watching every move you make,
neither to find fault or joy.
Just watching with a faint expression,
something like interest in the waves of dawn
Shaking the moon down to our level,
it's only fair, is it not?
Rushing past the everyday windows,
looking for a door ...
You can't press a button and feel alive,
unless that button is loving me.