Here’s a quick little piece I wrote that’s been kicking around my notes app for…
a poem
one time I asked the seaif it would bring you to meand it answered ‘no’
I think I like when it rainsand fog hugs the earthhow plants reanimatelike some…
she is a sunday morningwith a smile that could take on the sun and deep brown eyesones you can trust
you collect all the sillylittle knick knacks thatone could possibly find
tw; domestic violence, blood
there is nothing like a summer sunwhen those freckles that scatteracross your nose start to show…
I know that thisfeeling will fadethe temporary gnawingat the back of my brain
you come to me every dayfrom the color of your eyesin the feathers of a blue jay and the auburn…
you are my homewelcoming and kindwarm but lightthe one I wantto open the door towhere I long…