adam toledo

All day love poems were at the tips of my fingertips for you

But tonight news broke that a boy

Young enough to be our son

Bearing a haunting resemblance to 

someone in my Period 7

The- could have been anyone’s child- child

Was dead

So instead you

guarded yourself from me

And them

And anyone else who wants 

to take something from you

We’ll watch another city burn 

Like lovers across an ocean 

Looking up at the same moon