***** blonde and a big smile.
Eyes of the Earth,
Heart of gold.

It’s been a while,
And I missed you.

You’re familiar.
Like the smell of the school stairwell,
Like the jargon of the Cup a Joe barista,
Like the twists and turns of Wade Avenue while bumper to bumper.

When you talk, I am transported to a sunny day,
One filled with libraries and coffee shops,
French songs and egg bites,
Long walks and evening talks.

We live our separate lives,
But rejoice in unison.
And I love you, more than libraries, more than smelly stairwells, more than you know.