HOW WE WERE

I wrote you a letter in the palm of your hand,

read it to the sky so that whenever you looked up it sang it back to you;

“You are your laughters peak,

the sun on your cheeks

a weightless morning & hiccups without warning,

You are good days and bad rhymes

hummingbirds and wind chimes

you’re the frosting on the cake

and my favorite mistake.”

I hope you do a little dance every time the wind flows through your ears,

smile for a moment and think of us-

Not how we are now

But how we were, when the sun was our map

and your veins were my only roads home