I might not always remember the pale daisy satin
And the way your hair was parted to the right
I won’t always remember the charming things we said
But instead the way it would have sounded fr...
like overworked dough
and poems that try to rhyme
we folded
flat
words that feel like metal in the roof of your mouth
and dough that wouldn't rise to the occasion
I will never forget the moment I crossed through the airport terminal with my overstuffed suitcase and Build-A-Bear and waved goodbye to my family.
Only four short years ago, when it was still free...