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

and maybe
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

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
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
i can actually become

and maybe
in barcelona

i can actually stop loving


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