Ball Of Flare Poem by Quênia Lalita

you are coming back to me
because you know I need you
more than ever

shining through the cracks
with your eternal tidal of a smile
making everything so much better

and even if I struggle to find
the final words, the perfect words
for this special occasion

you are coming back to me
with raindrops of a paper moon on your hands
and a barking little pitbull on your back

i don't really know what it means yet
but i don't wanna care if it's kind of sad
to be alive during these mad times

you are coming back to me
with a smart parenthesis
folding my lenses till I am a ball of flare