we woke up
she left
us
an
love letter

her head
was
in
the
box
one morning
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She had two sides,
Both transcending from an unsettling place
She began as a low tide,
Holding back the depth of beauty
But,
When her heart was full
Her love flowed endlessly until she could love no more

And each morning as she slept
I'd take her a tray of poetry
A croissant of commas warmed from the inside out
An ounce of assonance
A cup of freshly squeezed couplets
A bowlful of rhymes
That inside she might find
Our promises of forever
The memories we crafted together:

I’d take her a teapot of
The little things we’d forget
In the busyness of daily life
I’d take her a knife to spread
across the toasts we’d host
To the moments we cherished most
To our victories and our regrets
And every morning as she slept
I’d place a kiss on her head
As I placed beside our bed
A tray of poetry,
The words she so carefully, cordially, candidly
Composed out of me.

of
me
falling
into
you
as
oceans withdrew
we draw an picture
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