June 3, 2013

• To My Old Loves

  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

  is 

  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.

  • 11:53 pm
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