He said “You are looking at it wrong!”
Then he kicked my world with his dirty boots and made it spin around.
And at first i was mad.
But once it stopped moving the same things looked better, the same sun brighter.
His smile became a place on the map, something i could reach when i wanted.
And love was not a cage, not a number, not a house, not a rose.
It was movement, and it was all around us.
I buried my head on his chest.
“What?” He asked.
“I need to borrow your boots” i said “I’ve been looking at everything wrong…”