I greet the sweet recall-
with a smile.
The nighttime street lights
I repurposed for you.
They never ceased to be,
My bittersweet memories.
I greet the smell of you fondly,
The detergent
I don't seem to know the name of.
The awkward way you told me things,
All become my bittersweet memories.
I greet the present with a smile
and warmth,
And it falls deeply
in love with me.
But I cannot escape,
My bittersweet memories.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
