a conversation like a broken record,
the cold dimly lit kitchen, warmly nostalgic.
the flaw of remembering only the sweetest things,
a glutton for complex empathy.
daydreaming of tracing the smile lines around your mouth with my fingertip.
until the tea kettle interrupts with a scream,
another elusive fantasy.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 2:03 AM UTC
a conversation like a broken record,
the cold dimly lit kitchen, warmly nostalgic.
the flaw of remembering only the sweetest things,
a glutton for complex empathy.
daydreaming of tracing the smile lines around your mouth with my fingertip.
until the tea kettle interrupts with a scream,
another elusive fantasy.