a little bit of comfort food
a few laughs to go around
waiting until the vibe is stewed
waiting until it all crashes down
Goldie ran barking through the hall
and I smiled at the sight of your call
lots of boys know how to make me laugh
but honesty shouldn't require a polygraph
a little bit of long term
a few less immature games
feeling for love like an art form
feeling for consistency in my veins
the sound of my dad’s guitar playing his favorite chords the typing of my mom’s fingers going through family records the smell of the ceramics studio full of the kiln, dust and glaze the running home
it’s the little things they always say like how you listen more than you ever have before or how you stopped opening my car door like how you squeeze me tighter in our hugs or how you don’t answer me
I cant remember the last photo i took maybe it was a mountain maybe my niece maybe myself maybe you looking away no matter what it was it’s the last thing my lense has seen which means it means everyt