Would you like to read one of my poems?
We sat on the little bed in her borrowed summer space, a perfect night of wine, conversation and the fresh August air behind us. I don’t usually do this. In fact I never do this, but this is a new time for me. I’m free, I’m alive, I’m watching a future unfold before me in the present.
I am nervous, but in this time, in this air, in this love, I am happy.