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Poetry & Art

We Can Have Prague

About a year ago,

I used to want you to taste life with me.

I wanted you to experience a rogue summer.

I wanted to show you how to let all cares escape

and bask in the moonlight.

I wanted to make you drunk

Off my intoxicating persuasion.

 

But, you have been gone overseas for a while.

And I’ve been living life on spur moments.

Not much has changed.

But, maybe that’s the point?

Our souls only rekindle and fixate on each other

For brisk moments, and disconnect before life starts.

 

Regardless, we sit.

Today we sit in each other’s presence on a train

To a faraway land, for one last chance at tasting life.

Only so we can say,

“We will always have Prague.”

 

I will be with you in a foreign city,

And maybe Prague will be where things can change.

Maybe you can be the person I wanted and wished for.

Just for a day.

And when I get back to Berlin,

You can rewind into the person you’ve always been.

Just go backwards.

And I can remain the foolish girl who you once knew.

A one-time do-over prepared to screw me over.

A time to reminisce on all that I will miss.

 

So maybe we can have Prague.

Because a beautiful nothing will never be worse than a lonely life with you.

 

Author: Armani Rodriguez
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: Hello fellow writers/readers, I’m currently an undergraduate within Arizona State University’s Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and Mass Communications. I’m pursuing a bachelors degree in Journalism and Mass Comm. with a minor in Criminology/Criminal Justice. I love to write about politics, human rights and current events. Even though I like to cover controversial subjects in heavy articles, my true love for writing lies within poetry and short stories. I’m currently traveling through Europe and England for some life inspo (and for school as well). Check me out and follow my journey on Instagram: @omgarmani

Thanks loves, stay kind.

xx,
Armani Rodriguez

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