The summer flew by in a flash
in a quick romance
with your things in the trash
and unfortunate circumstance.
But the summer dragged
in long work hours
with my heart being stabbed
and fallen petals from flowers.
Now fall is rushing forward
in so many colored leaves
with a kiss in an orchard
and myself much less naive.
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...
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...
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...
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