uh-oh
I’m getting a sense
of deja vu.
The subtlest of moths tickle my skin
fill me with warm, aching dread
How do I say “hi,”
without sounding high
or blushing a feverish hue?
I could sit around
listen to every word you say
but nothing I stutter
seems to fits quite right.
oh gosh
I forgot how to speak
Little fingers Extend outward, A gap between each finger, The sun shining through. Behind each finger, Rustling trees, Bend in the wind, Down to each other. And to the little mind Of the little boy, W
I. Meringue we used to scamper up the hill just to taste soft sugar crystals melt onto our tongues. i miss those chocolate chips, those oak doors that opened only for us. II. Egg Tart strawberry short
It seems like yesterday. Those happy days on the beach. Mature waves rolling in, With knowledge to teach. Shovels kissed the sand, Merry waves splashed the shore, Friends built play forts, As I listen
