The first week of September
Circa twenty twelve;
I remember certain moments
into which I delve.
Among them is yourself
beside me in the sun,
laying in Toronto;
Rest that followed fun.
You and I on campus
as the newer students played,
listened to the music
after our parade.
I lay on my backpack,
beside you, near my chest,
we spoke of nothing special
as the Sun proceeded West.
That moment, you had caught me
though I made no move or sound
it was then I had decided
that I wanted you around.
There never was a moment
when the stars had quite aligned,
but lately I have questioned
if perhaps it’s now the time.
