wren

4/2/22

An easy golden silence

Orange zest, vanilla bean and summer rain

And all those little perfect things I never could explain

Salty ocean air drifts over a glimmering cerulean sea

I cannot fathom how you hold such stars within your hands, such stars behind your eyes

A boy crafted from sunlit strands and toothy grins, from sun-spackled laughter, from love songs crooning static serenades over the radio as raindrops patter on the pavement

This poem doesn’t do you justice