Updated: Sep 12, 2018
I remember the first time
I played you that song.
With the speakers blaring
and the bass shaking.
With the smirk that made
you ache and the wink you gave
me on the down beat.
With your hands slapping
the steering wheel
and my feet on the dash
while we screamed the lyrics.
I'd bop to that song as hard
as I bop to you. With that laugh that
roars from me and the hands
that grab my face to kiss me
at a red light.
What a melody.
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