I write down your name, conjure you from air
That feeds the flame
That maybe flickers but it will not flame out,
And like the strokes of my pen—permanent.                       
We were blooming buds opening in rain;
We shared the pain
A thousand questions could inflict on us,
And we shrugged it off because we were so young.                       
Cannot erase a single word of us,                       
Cannot be added on an abacus,                       
A code that no one here can crack in us…                         
Gone around the bend, found that we don’t break,
Found we can take
The flecks of doubt that fly up in our faces,
That we can fly through and come up aces.
Knowing what one needs, hardest thing to know,
EspeciallyIn a state of luxury and waste.
How different if maybe we were misplaced.