I’ma catch you

At the verdant curve

Where ivy smothers

The concrete curb,

And love for one another

Is felt before it’s heard.

I used to love walking

With Simon in Spring,

Practicing Spanish for hours

In the school of solitude.

I used to love feeding my soul

Knowing I was in this

Innocently.

It’ll be so nice,

When wrongs go right

And Justice is served.