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the slant in the yard. the blinking fireflies.
the stairs i was afraid i'd fall down. the way
your sister looked at us when we snuck in past curfew
with mud on our feet. the stories you'd write at 3am
about people we'd never know.
the maps that our fingertips stained.
the shoes placed perfectly parallel. the sofa arm
you called my perch. the sock that i lost.
the windows that you'd never keep closed.
the time you said you hated girls.
the locked door. the little dipper.
the hole in the wall. the punk rock music.
the black dog with the red collar
that i'd let out at midnight like it was my dog,
like it was my job,
like it was my house.
2 comments:
like this was how life would always be.
it's good. i love how i can read your stuff and understand completely how you feel and what it means.
yes. and there are somethings you will never forget. no matter how small. and aww thanks
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