You made me feel whole, for a while.
Your favorite tattered shirt
And grass stained blankets.
Dried sunflower wreaths,
The smell of baby heads
And the pinch of puppy teeth.
40's in the bed of my truck, making our own constellations.
Sketching hearts on sunburnt thighs.
Rainbow hunting and casual handholding.
Storm clouds with half-hearted thunder
And melty hailstones slushing at our feet.
Umbrella bickering,
The concern of staying out late
And the growl of territorial beasts.
Morning shots in your car, glowering at the sun.
Penning breakup letters on password locked phones.
Separating vinyl into boxes, careful not to touch.
Posted Sep 3, 2020, 7:47 PM UTC
I like how you broke down the 2nd half. It starts off kind of happy and then becomes more truthful. And melancholy. Good work.