PortlandA Poem by Molly DWritten for a friend, given a "what if" kind of prompt.Sometimes when you're sleeping the crook of your knee gets damp because it's been wrapped around mine for so long, but I hesitate to move an inch because you're so beautiful like that.
When I'm bored at school I'll find things that remind me of you; the curve of a chair's back or the tube of lipgloss in my purse that you always use before bed.
Each time I go shopping I stop at every store I can find trying to find a perfume that smells like you when your hair is wet and your dress is clean and you're sitting outside drinking coffee.
You have to leave sometimes and I miss you as I fill in crossword puzzles on the porch, so I'll trace the line on my collar bone that you always kiss before we sleep (without even noticing that I do.)
It rains so much here that I always joke "You and Portland have so much in common, you're always soaking wet." and you laugh your wonderful laugh as we stand under the pouring sky.
From now on, love, it'll just be us, our tea, our dogs, and our flowers. © 2009 Molly DReviews
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