Lots of moving in the last couple of years, this one is written before moving out of Philly (hence the city of love brotherly)
Last
I’m in a space of lasts
Last night
Last sight of this and that
Last of you
Last of me
Last of us in this moment be
Be
Be last of us in this moment free
In the city of love brotherly
I found my last moments me
I found my last moments me
I found my word in intimacy
Letting life and love fill my heart empty
From this a start perfectly
The firsts will come
The firsts will come
Before we’re done
In the perfection that outlasts perfection’s last