Photo by Lianelys Cabrera
in a little while, the trees around you will turn golden. rain will kiss the ground outside & you’ll study inside your apartment, hot chocolate on your tongue. and i’ll be in my hometown, a place i’ve never lived before, underneath the sun. my knuckles will smile as i hold a steering wheel for the first time. but right now i hold your hand. the smallest branches of our palms intertwine in faith; we will talk again soon.