where the sidewalk ends | #3030poetry

we could have been the colour of perfection 

we could have had life wind itself around us, keeping at bay fearful tomorrows
we could have been Sunday morning yawns with sunlight smiling shying on our naked backs
the things we could have been, yet wrapped themselves around your mind
and your ability to leap the broom into the hue of midnight’s silver with me
we could have been the new definition of happiness
just step off the sidewalk, my dear