Let’s Set Our Differences Aside
Let’s arrive at the Truth.
Whoever gets there first should send
The other one a postcard:
A beach scene, a cobblestone street,
A city skyline alive at night.
Darling, I’m here.
How I wish you were beautiful!
The smell of jasmine and wet cement
The smell of rotten leaves and uncertainty
The smell of I told you so
The smell of You should’ve known better
The smell of I could’ve been a contender
The smell of Honey, let’s think it over
The smell of newspaper
The smell of rain