My hair was shaggy, curly
and covered my eyes slightly.
I was on my back looking up at the sky
You were up against the cold metallic lip
of a car.
Talking
that summer night
reciting old stories, and memories
we shared.
What shirt was I wearing?
I don’t remember, probably one I
hoped you would like.
It was nice
when your golden hair fell on your face
and you would brush it away,
and smile.
I would look up at the moon
sometimes
and I could see your face with a
crown of stars.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 6:21 PM UTC
My hair was shaggy, curly
and covered my eyes slightly.
I was on my back looking up at the sky
You were up against the cold metallic lip
of a car.
Talking
that summer night
reciting old stories, and memories
we shared.
What shirt was I wearing?
I don’t remember, probably one I
hoped you would like.
It was nice
when your golden hair fell on your face
and you would brush it away,
and smile.
I would look up at the moon
sometimes
and I could see your face with a
crown of stars.
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