With a bag full of amaretti wrappers & a pocket full of dreams & eyes full of glitter.
We took the train to lands not-so-new, to wander.
My ma & my pa told me to wrap up warm, so I don't float away.
I told my love that he was the one who might float away.
He said it was me. Like a balloon.
We have to hold on tight.

Spaghetti bolognaise & Tiramisuuuuu.
Watson & Crick.
His cold hands & my gloves.