forty-five.

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𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆.

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the early morning sunlight
comes streaming through the blinds
the whole house smells of coffee
which you made last night

you peel me an orange
and leave it on the kitchen counter
counting down the minutes
until we can be together

i put my headphones in and
sit down on the floor, hoping
you can't hear the feelings pour
right out of my mouth

an uttered i love you,
i wish i could be there,
sitting at a kitchen chair
while we
peeled our clementines
and didn't have to say goodbye

we stayed up talking all night
until my eyes blurred and i
couldn't see the end
each plan for the future
follows in your footsteps,
hollows a place in your shape

i'll cut your hair over the sink
and i'll swallow down the pride i feel
when our bodies are our homes for real

the sun will rise in the morning,
big and bright as a clementine,
and the moon will rise at night
making your eyes glint in its light

i tell you that i love you,
i promise i will make it count,
i promise we will make it out

the sky may be falling down
but i will always be around
to tuck your hair behind your ears
and hold your hand through your fears

when i awake, the house is empty
creaking in the breeze
but someday your presence will be here
and that will be all i need

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