Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.

Those days still exist,

Quiet sunrise,

Sunset strolls.

That time you told me,

Mellow apartment living,

‘My jeans feel just right.’

You’d worn them eight days.

I smiled and held you close.

Your green galoshes,

Walking home from school.

Standing at the bus stop,

Didn’t take my eyes off you.

I’m going to bed like

Any other night.

Your memory in my mind.

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