I want to come over to snuggle
We can wrap ourselves up in your cloud bed and talk about the cracks and the beauties of the world
But I forget that you’re an ocean and an orchard full of lemon trees away from me now
And it’ll take too long for me to cross over to find you in the branches
I hope
This isn’t me starting to lose you

Memories like little leaves are falling as our mango tree shakes,
Drifting down in little piles on the lawn, they accumulate between us
Let’s rake them up & save them
Be it in a letter or message inscribed in digital ink
Lets rake up the leaves and save them, before they float away!

You like to tuck things behind your ear and wear bright colors
I used to tuck myself behind your shadow and camouflage
But once we dressed up like gypsy goddesses and walked down 24th street and you taught me its okay to be noticed

mmm
you dredge up the memories of lost secrets
gathered up
in made up words and our twisted limbs and now
packed with yellowing newspapers in the cardboard boxes
lining the attic
ancient jokes are unpeeled too, dry and cracking
they emerge to see the sunlight
but are quickly blinded, ouch!
those pictures of our shared smiles and oh so tender embraces have faded
to sepia tone in their brittle wooden frames,
be careful as you grab them down from the shelf,
they might break.
Mmm* it all comes back to me now
-our treasure trove of antique memories-
as you oh so slyly mention them in passing,
slip in those references that you
know
I’ll remember,
Aren’t you cool as a cucumber now?
but they crumble quickly in your hand
and I only hear wisps of our whispers
as the record player leaves scratches on the disks
ah darling be careful you’re about to drop it all down the 3 flights of stairs and it might all smash into microscopic pieces so very
very
soon