Okay, we didn’t work, and all
memories to tell you the truth aren’t good.
But sometimes there were good times.
Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep
beside me and never dreamed afraid.

There should be stars for great wars
like ours.
Sandra Cisneros, from “One Last Poem for Richard” (via avvfvl)
Source: http://larmoyante.tumblr.com/post/75941117...