Go back with me to the places we knew.
The places when I knew you.
To mark our steps forward the same as the stumbles.
Forgetting our shortcomings,
The weak points of our threads.
To remember it all without regret.
The mistakes that got us to that moment,
Years ago and loves behind.
To feel like we are floating,
Arm to arm,
Above the tall buildings.
Crow & Quill 