On the dampest days,
I miss you enough to fabricate you.
Years worth of my heart’s energy invested into the study of making matter,
Of bringing it across an ocean
to reassemble near the maples and the bush
and on paper and cards, across a board of letters we catch up and play and paint,
just the same.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
On the dampest days,
I miss you enough to fabricate you.
Years worth of my heart’s energy invested into the study of making matter,
Of bringing it across an ocean
to reassemble near the maples and the bush
and on paper and cards, across a board of letters we catch up and play and paint,
just the same.
