Photo by Elijah Macleod
On our walk, we spied the writing on the overpass.
She thought it a piece of graffiti but I thought it a message of longing.
It was Valentine’s Day, and I wondered what had been the context within which the words were written.
Was Ed the author? Was it a cry from him to be loved? For her to love him?
Many crave to be loved; it’s inherent in our DNA.
She gripped my hand tighter as we walked on discussing the possible meanings, but inwardly I was so pleased to be in love with the beautiful woman beside me.