she used to kiss me at red lights.
I would make her coffee in the mornings,
and maybe leave a note under the mug
for her to wake up to.
some mornings, I wouldn't even have time
to make myself a coffee
because I was running late to class.
we would sleep in too often.
she would crawl out of bed,
with her blonde hair shining by the light
from my window, her soft smile poking through
the top of her shirt as she hastily threw it on,
and would run with me out the door to her car
to make sure I got to class on time.
now, I get to class early,
I have a coffee every morning,
and red lights last
twice as long.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
she used to kiss me at red lights.
I would make her coffee in the mornings,
and maybe leave a note under the mug
for her to wake up to.
some mornings, I wouldn't even have time
to make myself a coffee
because I was running late to class.
we would sleep in too often.
she would crawl out of bed,
with her blonde hair shining by the light
from my window, her soft smile poking through
the top of her shirt as she hastily threw it on,
and would run with me out the door to her car
to make sure I got to class on time.
now, I get to class early,
I have a coffee every morning,
and red lights last
twice as long.
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