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Emily Jennie Oct 2018
He tastes like winter and smells like home
10/26/2018
Emily Jennie Jan 2018
Were you looking for me all along?
Were you distracted by false idols in sheep's clothing?
11/26/17
Emily Jennie Jan 2018
A four hour drive to the land of steady habits
A glass of wine turns into eight
A late drive through the mountains
We're no longer in the garden state.

A card game spread across the table
Family here and family afar
Songs of Johnny Cash and Willie
A familiar face of a one eyed pup
Cats scattering across the floor
A bed under the teeth of the piano
And Christmas lights on the stairs.

The clock strikes twelve
We're watching a family of raccoons eat their Thanksgiving dinner
While everyone else is asleep.
11/ 24/ 17
Emily Jennie Jul 2017
I'm still learning what it's like to not be alone
Forgive me if I am distant
I'll try to look you in the eyes
I'm just trying to forget the one I spent the last seven years with
Because today would have been eight.

We found each other when we were looking for comfort and a warm hand to hold
Someone to say good morning to
And drink coffee with before work.

I'm lucky I found you in a crowd of strangers in that little bar filled with sin.
7/24//17
Emily Jennie Jul 2017
It always feels nice being on the road with his hand in yours and the scent of tobacco and pine.
He takes you to the place he calls home.

Campfires and reading about the inevitable apocalypse with the light from the fire that is starting to burn out
You look up and the moon shines through the cracks in the trees.

Abstract drawings and sounds of nature.
The caw of the goshawks keeping you up in the tent,
A hike that is familiar to him, you feel a presence and are assured you are safe.

Before it is time to leave, you both run as the storm crashes and rain pours from the sky into the blue hole.
Then the lightning peeks through the clouds and the darkness begins to subside.

You breathe in... and.. out... catch your breath and take a look around at the dense forest.
You find the one that looks at you like he's going to save you.
7/14/17
Emily Jennie May 2017
A river flows through the backyard
Panic attacks under whiskey breath
Legs numb and gasping for air
Drowning in the driver's seat.
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