With the tapered off finger of the trees <br />At eye level, <br />We sit on the rotted out porch <br />That much closer to the sky. <br />Playing connect the dots in the stars, <br />While pondering our purpose. <br />My warm breath against the shoulder <br />Of his shirt with our heads nestled together. <br />We might go to heaven or hell <br />Or even come back, <br />But forever with the moon as our witness, <br />We will remember we were once <br />In love.<br /><br />Elizabeth Kudebeh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-night-so-long-ago/
