i love that you
picked me
a handful
of lilacs
and put
them in a vase made from an old gatorade bottle
for me to find
in the dark of
the early morning
by scent
by smell
by sweet and heady
distant and sharp memory.
poetry thursday...it's that time again
i love that you
picked me
a handful
of lilacs
and put
them in a vase made from an old gatorade bottle
for me to find
in the dark of
the early morning
by scent
by smell
by sweet and heady
distant and sharp memory.