i watched you swing back and forth in the hammock you've had since you were a kid. back when you napped under the bleachers of your past.
you rambled on about your life, the curiosity of what prepared questions waited to be answered, locked in the pages of my notebook.
they made your eyes sparkle.
the wind blew my tied up hair along with my paper heart.
oh, how i loved to hear you talk.
your voice was like rich coco inside the pressed cardboard walls of a coffee cup, comforting my insides when the air was cold and my hands were stiff.
(you are comforting)
and i wanted to sit there forever.
