"I've missed you so much,"
I prepare as I walk through the door.
The rich scent of sweet cream
waffle cones and
brownie chunks
float in the air as thick as
smoke
in a happy car.
Her eyes are small and poignant,
tiny apostrophes,
commas beneath her blonde curls.
I stand by the door as she helps a customer.
I've missed her so much.
She glances up and her
perpetual glare fades.
The commas light up,
brilliant,
and the sentence is completed
by the curl of her lips.
I love that smile.
"I've missed you so much."
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC
"I've missed you so much,"
I prepare as I walk through the door.
The rich scent of sweet cream
waffle cones and
brownie chunks
float in the air as thick as
smoke
in a happy car.
Her eyes are small and poignant,
tiny apostrophes,
commas beneath her blonde curls.
I stand by the door as she helps a customer.
I've missed her so much.
She glances up and her
perpetual glare fades.
The commas light up,
brilliant,
and the sentence is completed
by the curl of her lips.
I love that smile.
"I've missed you so much."
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