I’ll never forget
our walks down
empty city streets,
grabbing each other’s hands,
gripping so tightly.
I’ll never forget
talking all night
about everything
and nothing
as we fell asleep
to the sky changing colors.
Even though it’s
over and there’s
no more
“us,”
I’ll never forget.
Fireflies on a summer night
light up the black sky,
as I feel you beside me.
Warmth and electricity
radiate from us, buzzing,
and we laugh at the stars
for conspiring our fate:
Together.
I miss you,
as the sun
misses the moon,
as it turns
from dusk to dawn
and back again.
“Missing you.” – sugar and sandalwood
Last night, I bathed for the first time.
It was a beautiful, porcelain bathtub with
silver claw feet.
Inside it, I reclined.
I rubbed the soap across my skin
with sponges and soaked in salt and
exhaled,
surrounded by vanilla candles, lit
and the fresh, cool spring air wafted in through
the window – I inhaled.
Then I climbed out of the porcelain tub,
dried myself off, sauntered
over to the window,
drew the curtains, and
pulled open the window further and
found the entire neighborhood was sparkling
clean.
“Bathing.” – bem
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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