Tag: poem

I folded myself away like winter sweaters in April to love you like you’d never been loved. I poured it into your cork-stoppered heart relentlessly, watching it splash back on my feet but refusing to give up. I loved you.

He’s Clapton and coffee and old yellowed pages. He’s sheet music and apple pie with vanilla from a pint. He’s steaming showers and bars of Old Spice. He’s dark beer foam and hazelnut comfort. He’s whiskey and olives and ink-stained palms. He’s worn hardwood floors and hot sheets out of the dryer. He’s Thai food […]