Joy sometimes
looks like Jay
Which makes my
heart stop for a little bit
Because it reminds
me of summer air and shared smiles
And I'm caught in
this fantasy of you
I'm rolled up in
the idea that you wanted me for me
Hips and scars and
all
I've started to
forget about the spoon in my car
It's just a normal
thing now until I drive someone new and they ask
I smile a little
before I dive into the story of us
Weaving and
webbing together what July was
Sometimes I catch
myself making it seem less or more than what it was
At the end of the
day it was just a month with exchanges of you
I love this.
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