maybe,
one day we’ll be together.
i
can picture your blonde hair, beanie adorned
and
fragments of light streaming through crooked overhead branches
weighted
down with hundreds of lively green leaves,
outstretched
to shelter us from the sun.
we’re
sitting on a light wood picnic table,
your
long fingers are tightly wrapped around mine.
i
can only imagine how this feels,
and
oh how many times i’ve imagined it.
they
say first loves are forever,
they
also say first loves never work out.
but
that’s alright,
I
can carry you around,
a
weight on my chest,
for
all eternity.
that
darkened bruise on my heart,
where
you first laid your grip upon me,
just
makes me feel more,
we’re
laughing, smiling, frozen in time.
my
lips are blue from eating a blue raspberry popsicle
or
maybe from when you kissed me and froze me solid.
a
wild imagination and an undamaged heart are cruel things to possess.
the
specks of color in your eyes are constellations, a whole new sky to discover,
star
light glistening down on us lying side by side.
those
tender notes you sing pick at my skin
I’ve
memorized them all and sung myself to sleep,
sending
you love letters to an unknown address,
words
so silly and in love I won’t read them aloud.
like
a bruise, you’ve faded away but I still remember how it felt to press up
against you.
It is
something I hold close to my heart,
short
of breath
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