Saturday November 25, 2017
overheard on the 99
You are a man who enjoys taking photographs of beautiful things.
Me on the bed in the clothes god gave me
Who wil not waste a single drop of joy. Not on red wine. Not on sleeping in.
You are a man who writes me a card by hand for my birthday every year just to remind me that your love keeps building.
Signing our memories with the day I was born
In my head you are a man who calls my mother in May. And in March. And in June.