wheezing laughs
hidden smiles
running down grocery store aisles
French braided hair
pink rubber bands
holding our intertwined hands
sunsets on the beach
picnics on the grass
the smell of your perfume
cinnamon and peach
apple flavored lipgloss
the tingle of your kiss
seeing you smile at that little girl in Ross
kissing each freckle
counting them like stars
how I wish this wasn’t just “experimental”
Poetry