maybe

in barcelona
the sky is pink always
a soft tint kissing
every face that walks under it
a divine love reciprocated

and maybe
here
the stars fall gently into our
laps when we’re sitting outside,
a little magic we can hold in
our hands to light our way
home

maybe
in barcelona
nothing ever feels out of of place
and everyone belongs to everyone
and everything
and our hearts are steady
and warm and safe and light

and maybe
here
we don’t know what pain is and
death isn’t always hanging over our
heads like a guillotine
inching just a little lower
each day

and maybe
here
i can actually become
something

and maybe
in barcelona

i can actually stop loving
you