I stroke your dark brown hair on the bed, and the sun starts to rise, her favorite thing, sunrises, Brooklyn, didn't miss us as I looked at your feet at the end of the bed. “ do you want to go and walk now” moving her feet back and forth circling them around the sun. And then I opened my eyes watching the orange of the sun as it released through the fogged over window. You can hear the subway because where I live sits close by, I can hear the exit and open of the tram doors and the yellow line on the concrete is a constant reminder of how beautiful you are and what led me to you, the night we met, you were actually quite drunk and you were wearing a red dress and you fell across my lap and I helped you to your feet. “Are you ok” and as the words came across my lips you kissed me in the subway, and there it began the endless notions of me loving you, and when you kissed me I opened my eyes to look at you, and I knew it was true, that I would love you forever