by Megan Guimbellot
The shadows have grown beyond arms length and we can no longer hold on//I do believe we've fallen, dear/ I came home and unlocked the door//craweled into bed and fell into the comfort //the same comfort I've known for years/the comfort that made me come back, a mixture of your smell and your ability to make me catch my every breath.
This, dear, is a love letter to make sure you remember//remember sitting in front of the open door/my lap on your lap//watching the rain, we stayed for hours and i knew exactly why I loved you.
Now there are three years in a shoebox I can't bear to open//three years and I'm still waiting with baited breath because I recognize the look in your eyes and I know you know.
Posted on 01/17/2007
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