June | 2013 | loco_yoko's Xanga Site

I remember late-night walks

damp grass and eyes

muddy shoes and

sliding laughter

slipping into a new place

of adolescent, forever-love

I remember the colour orange

and promises so meant but not kept

I remember pebbles at my window

Talks of elephants and possibilities

of how love can suddenly be so

big and

real and

exciting (for once; for every time)

I remember cigarettes and

how you made my breakfast

so gently

Every molecule from you

was love

When I think hard enough

I can remember jealousies too

Insecurities and bitter, self-conscious fights

but I do have to think

hard about it now–

Because what I want to say

to all of you

thank you for the pebbles and the mud

the letters and the mix-tapes

the full truths and sweet goodbyes

the unused cameras and the well-worn nights.

thank you for the love

I use it every day.

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