Something of mine I found scribbled in one of Justin’s work journals:
Do you mind if I write in your book?
I promise to write only of love
and the sun and the sea,
Of moments seeming more than moments,
snatches of seconds passed
playing in super-slow motion.
Glimpses of the still to come that race
I will capture in time lapse.
I will write only of us.
For us is all I know.
them. Us and
there. Us and