Monday, September 14, 2015


when i think of you, i think of cars.
i think of highways late at night and dusty roads with nothing in sight,
i think of parking by the roadside, i think of singing to the radio,
and i think, by now, you already know who you are.

i remember a tiny independent bookshop and the man that sat behind the counter,
i remember the tall shelves and the towers and rows of stories.
i remember wandering into the depths of the store and flipping through yellowed pages.
i remember the smell of old books and the sound of your voice.
i remember a shared smile and a 'not yet' full of promise.

and then, i remember a penthouse apartment with  a view i could die to,
what happened there will stay between us,
but it cemented that promise.

this monochrome memory is my favorite, so far,
and may there be many, many more to come.

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