our ride to the airport that morning,
early,
right before the sun rose, right before i pulled over to kiss you hard, right
before my heart opened its chamber doors to let you in, right
when you put arcade fire on the stereo – that’s
when i fell in love with you for the
twelfth time that day.
when i first awoke that morning it was to your eyes
telling me about all the love you had held on to
for me, and it smelled like coffee and coconut.
your breath was like apples, even first thing.
i watched your plane leave and i
knew it was yours because i could feel
my heartstrings stretching to reach you. really,
it was just one string, but it was infinity long and i smiled at the thought of our
thoughts being one.
not only that but i could feel your heart in my
chest, and your lungs too.
i swore
we beat the same blood and sucked the same air when we curled under
covers and wondered where the world went.
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[not sure where to put these memories anymore, so here they are in pen]
