i want to close my eyes and open them
to when you were with me
in the bitter cold playing staring contests
with the brisk wind hitting us both
and we’d laugh at each other when
we’d make stupid scrunched up faces
and then the tearing came next and of course
you’d win.
i’m terrible at games.
you’d nestle up in my neck and tell me it’s okay
but to **** it up cuz no one likes a sore loser
and i’d reply with an “oh yeah?!” wearing a crazed face and then we’d both laugh..