You've always told me
that you dream of knowing
what the smell of the skies
above us could be,
when all we can have is the scent
of the cold grass beneath us;
where our backs were laid on
and where our hands were rested at,
while mine was laced onto yours
and yours was laced onto mine.
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Mementos Of Us
PoetryI've been keeping things which could remind me of you. The petals from the bouquet of jasmine you gave on our first date, your favorite flannel's button, the unused movie tix, the unsaid words, the pain you've inflicted. I've been keeping them hidde...
