day 216

back to pen and paper: vol 7


Oh say wouldn't you like to be
older and married with me


And I would.
Finally,
realizing that
my heart
is in good care.
Haven't felt
so safe
in ages.
I am eighteen now,
Autumn turns two
this year.
And this year
my heart will grow
a year fonder
for you.
Always
finding myself
wanting to be
held
by only you.
Sometimes your voice.
I can hear it in the kitchen
two rooms away,
but you still
seem so close.
Feel so far,
I want to have my
lungs
linger around your words.
Hold me
like you always do.
This is a home
again.
And this is
how we
love.