1. it guides our every action.
2. do you remember when we rode the train
home from the ocean with salt dried in our hair,
and yet, somehow, your mouth still tasted so sweet
as i kissed you goodnight on your porch
while the dark-winged sedges sang?
3. i dream about you all the time.
4. i'm so constantly hungry
sometimes i feel
as if i'm nothing but ache.
5. every sentence i try to write starts
with you and ends with my heart wanting
to burst open, less like gates during a flood
and more like a peach growing on the vine,
so ripe, so ripe, so ready for the fall.
6. i bring up your name any time
i eat black raspberry ice cream
with someone who isn't you.
7. you are my first and last everything.
8. do you remember when we went running
through the wet city streets late at night,
how we glowed rose-pink in the shop-lights,
how we held hands and laughed and thought
we'd never feel this happy again?
9. it consumes us.
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Serendipity | Poetry + Prose
Random*updates on Monday, Wednesday and Friday!* Serendipity (n.) Finding something good without looking for it. [ a collection of poetry, prose and everything in between that have touched my heart. ]
