Sunday, May 17, 2015

Christopher Henley

Sometimes I feel like I stole you. In those moments with the windows down, laughter echoing off the sunroof, lights flash in the rear view mirror and I never want to get caught. Beyonce all the way up, bass shaking my bones. A starlit quest for midnight cupcakes and grilled cheese. It’s these moments, the between point A and point B, that made us. We talk and talk, piecing together the chaos. The world fell apart and we danced in its ashes.

I’ll miss your smile lines, tea in the kitchen, and walking in unannounced. I’ll miss the undeserved compliments, the mix CD’s, and the Friday nights that melted into Saturday mornings. I’ll keep it all in the locket around my neck. I’ll steal you forever.


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