He’s so alive in my head,
because all I remember
is that time
that I accidentally opened the front door into his face.
And how his cheeks turned beet red, 80 more words
I remember the day you left, you were wearing cutoff jeans and smelled like daisies.
I had tasted her scent a couple of times before in your sweat, felt her skin intertwined with yours every time you came home late. 360 more words