Buy Me A CoffeeHow I Remember Her
I glared that first night as she vaunted perks
And spoke in winding roads; uncouth she pried
About my grade and cut. Around her stride,
I feel as though I’m drunk. I miss her quirks.
The nights we stargaze drag on. I should work.
I see her down the bar, then on my floor.
Embracing tears outside her dawn-lit door,
I waste my time deciphering her smirk.
She trembles when I pet her hair,
She conceals what I have learned to love.
With every fight I lose her brazen flair,
Reveal a girl who claims life’s unfair.
But she’s a worrying one, a single dove,
A dress-up doll that yearns to care.
Featured Image: Louis Jamnot (1814-1892), Le Vol de l’âme
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