If I learn to write again,
I would put into detail how
your eyes turn to steel blue
whenever you ask me about
the future name of our kids
running with their bikes on
Wisteria Lane
I would put into detail how
your morning coffee has the
smell of the sandalwood table
my father gifted my mother on
their 36th anniversary
I would also put into detail how
on nights I cry while struggling to
put three words and a sentence
on crumpled paper, you’d be
there.
There to run your palm over my
soaked shirt and whisper that I will forever be
your favorite writer.
(despite the fact I haven’t written our
grocery lists in months... scratch that, years)
I would learn to write again
to see how your face scrunch up
at every word I misplace or
commas I forget.
If I ever learn to write again,
I would write again for you.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
If I learn to write again,
I would put into detail how
your eyes turn to steel blue
whenever you ask me about
the future name of our kids
running with their bikes on
Wisteria Lane
I would put into detail how
your morning coffee has the
smell of the sandalwood table
my father gifted my mother on
their 36th anniversary
I would also put into detail how
on nights I cry while struggling to
put three words and a sentence
on crumpled paper, you’d be
there.
There to run your palm over my
soaked shirt and whisper that I will forever be
your favorite writer.
(despite the fact I haven’t written our
grocery lists in months... scratch that, years)
I would learn to write again
to see how your face scrunch up
at every word I misplace or
commas I forget.
If I ever learn to write again,
I would write again for you.
Fast write while sipping tea in the kitchen alone. Meddlesome and mediocre but I was on a sentimental mood. Thank you for reading!
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