Echoes

I've been hearing the ending of a poem my former roommate Andi Young wrote back in college (which I think she herself doesn't even have a copy of anymore). Here are the last lines. I leave out the rest, since I don't have explicit permission from Andi to share it and don't want any of you all to steal it and publish it, because it is definitely that good.

"and i think
that this could be
love and today.

just today."