I always keep the sunroof
open.
Even on the cloudiest days.
I would not refuse
him.
So if he returns I will welcome his
warmth
with windows wide
open.
My skin as felt the
bitter
touch of being shut out
cold
but it never stopped missing the
goosebumps
his
sunrises
would bring.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
I always keep the sunroof
open.
Even on the cloudiest days.
I would not refuse
him.
So if he returns I will welcome his
warmth
with windows wide
open.
My skin as felt the
bitter
touch of being shut out
cold
but it never stopped missing the
goosebumps
his
sunrises
would bring.
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