Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Sunday

Affectionately you play with my hair
As you rest your head on my chest
You sit there, laughing, as I take it all in
You cozy me and I do the same
We laugh and you look into my eyes
I haven't seen you like this for awhile.
The smoke flares up and the wind dances, blowing ashes into my face
My eyes twinge and sting as water collects in the corners
You wipe the artificial tears away
At this point you're still holding me close



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