Poems from words.like.fireflies

I didn't used to feel this cold. I was the kind of kid that kept summer within them. I went barefoot through the snow, I wore shorts late...
  ‘Today’ my mother says, triumphant, ‘we are bottling peaches’. When I ask why, my mother tells me that it is ‘our tradition’ As though I...
I still see the same faces everyday, but something has changed in yours.     Maybe I'm watching too closely for some sign of you missing me...
I am convinced that part of me has always belonged to you. Before we met I walked around with an empty hole somewhere between my lungs and...
if the eyes are windows to the soul then perhaps mouths are like chimneys words trailing like smoke leaving a gentle pathway to the heart.

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