Citrus

[Robert Alan]

I remember the first time we talked

A dream like golden sunrise and a slight hangover

I asked for the nearest cure

Baked eggs and and spaghetti your answer



The dust in the air danced around the glistening light

Two objects in the perfect juxtaposition

And another Two objects in the perfect juxtaposition



A joke about riding bikes while high

being too heavy because you’re stoned

Smiles

Happy

For me you were my world from that point

After the incident my world is gone