Florence, Italy, two thousand & seven.
We went on holiday by mistake. |
I had a little notebook full of treasures and tips. |
I made my own way across roads, hand unheld. |
You walked behind or in front but never alongside. |
I loved the buildings and you loved the bicycles. |
Nobody smiled and only the mosquitoes loved me. |
Easter explosions. |
When I returned home, they had buried my cat.
3 comments:
nicky wowwwwww
<3<3<3
i sighed, then cried.
oh oh. nicks. xox
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