You're like creating a new piece
biting into my favorite release
playing in the rain you,
my sun, my morning coffee.
Seizing all stories,
because food is your territory.
The old glory of a friend like you,
seeing your face
brings me back to what was good
What a scene, turmoil in my abdomen
I'm roaming, yet I've chosen you above all truest moments.
Andrea dC. Mendoza