Brothers in Arms by Elias Ruiz Monserrat
Love is too strange.
Undocumented, neighbors.
Like hands we hold,
While dreaming of being seen.
By our heroes.
You.
Do you remember feeling safe?
I remember it to fall asleep.
Sometimes I remember arms that never wrapped around me,
Like that.
I remember you
neighbors
never being safe
while seen
undocumented
I remember dreaming
that love, it is like hands
like arms
that strange wrapped around feeling
of hold me do
Sometimes we remember our heroes
to fall asleep by
you too?
