Apr 2020
The curve of your spine is etched
into the fabric of my memory
the arteries of my heart
the wrinkles of my fingerprints
and the words that catch in my throat
when I try to say
“I love you”
into the fabric of my memory
the arteries of my heart
the wrinkles of my fingerprints
and the words that catch in my throat
when I try to say
“I love you”
Day Three
