Fall ’22, Day 106

Would you be the warm friend on a rainy evening?
Would you hold my faint words and watch me build castles?
Would you?
Until the last word swims and sculpts and I breathe in.
Until I learn to speak.

2 comments

  1. Not sure why I didn’t comment on this when it was first posted.

    This is smooth and warm, like melty chocolate.

    Tasty

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