For You I Must
Updated: Oct 24, 2022
BY SKYLAR PARKAR

I often harken back
to the first time her heart beat danced on my skin
I often harken back
to the moment I let her in
London is crowed with millions of souls
And yet my heart cannot cease knocking at her door
London is crowed with millions of souls
And yet her hands are the only ones I wish to hold
I cannot get my mind off our first morning
And the way the sun illuminated her skin
I have worshipped the sun every morning since
I curse & bless the day I met her
In equal measure
I curse & bless the day I met her
There’s nothing better
POEM BY SKYLAR PARKAR
PHOTO BY THE TOGFATHER