I remember when you were the only thing I wanted. Now, I’d prefer a bowl of mac and cheese.
Step out into the winter weather
And force my blood to rush
Squeeze my flesh harder than usual
And feel the ache of the grasp
Close my eyes, shut out the light
And escape into the depth of my mind
Open my eyes, stare directly into yours
And blood rushes, grasp tightens
As I escape into you
In our garage there are two doors and two corresponding buttons to open them. Almost every day I struggle to remember which one opens my side of the garage. Every day. What I can remember is almost every conversation we ever had, what makes you laugh, and the patterns in your eyes.