9/13/2017 memories of springspring was a mess of mornings I spent on the kitchen counter with you. I remember lukewarm days and barely-there nights. they all flow together like coffee and cream at the brim of dawn.
we sat on the edge of the world and watched the sun come up like 5 am was made for us, but the familiar glow of your skin kissing the sun was more beautiful than any sunrise I had seen. as light graced the eastern sky you whispered I love you like you meant it, like I was the only one that would ever hear it coming from you. but as dawn met the day and spring faded to summer, my mornings left me and so did you. spring was a new twilight for me, and the final for us. Comments are closed.
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