3 years and two cities short
When you handed me back
all the days we’d spent
I choked on road trips,
birthday gifts, Christmas cookies,
dancing, starlit walks,
moving, packing, dreaming,
simplicity, music, tears,
accidents (yours, mine & ours),
dead friends and snow storms,
shower sex and cheating hearts.
The white down was so clean
and her hip bones were right there.
Words will keep us together 