we were driving in my dream
taking turns talking about ourselves.
matching the dimples on our skin,
adopting new words
and matras
about the thrill that all this wonder causes.

we wander around parks
on our second day of spring break
reminisce about the thousands of people
that trampled this land before us.
i take a break
and find comfort
in your silence.

we make declarations about
how we will change this world.
becoming conscious of how we will be remembered,
we become sensitive to our environment
and whisper quietly
all its secrets.

our experiences overlapped
with layers of music
and photographs
as proof
that together
we understood the meaning of life.