I knew you could see it too/ the sky gray as the wind blew/ Just outside my window
what else did we have to hold on to/ other than the messages we shared/ or the old and newish memories/
at first touch, she knew the keys had chosen her
As I entered, momentarily gazing/ at the many faces of those seating/ on the vehicle I would settle/ until our destination was reached
I have had the pleasure to read Rupi Kaur's books, "Milk and Honey" and "The Sun and Her Flowers."