The day I stepped off the plane
you kissed me in the rain
and I couldn't quite contain
the blood that surged in my veins
right to my heart's domain.
This'll cause a migraine
cuz you're more of a left brain
and I live in the fast lane.
Maybe I'm a link in the food chain
or maybe you just need to explain
that your adoration will sustain
through the mundane.
Maybe you'll complain
that I'm simply insane.
But really, we're sweet like sugar cane.
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