tworacingsupras

The busy streets halt

When all of the busy streets halt

 

The classes finally end

The shifts at work are no more

The sisters grown up

The mom no longer yells

 

The rain stands still in its place

 

Stress, fear, exhaustion, academics, money

No longer exist anymore

 

The people in the crosswalk no longer move

 

We walk forward in confusion

 

Catching each-other in a gaze as if we had been searching for something for years and had finally found it

 

A single bag drops to the floor

The umbrella follows

 

The world fades

Wanting nothing more then to embrace you and fall in love all over again