i see your eyes, they're
strained blue black
i want to smooth away the shadows
beneath
them and say that everything will be okay
i see you
and you do not make the breath catch in my throat
you do not make me turn fire-engine red
you make me feel as if i could
spend lazy daisy days with you
in cozy old sweaters that do not itch that smell of warm hazy summer
watching cartoons with you
and i'd laugh at the most [in]opportune times
just last a year.
owl always love you.
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