5.19.25

hushed whispers from the creek
steady streams, reflected dreams,
and I
am a witness to The Beautiful Things

he tells a joke
I laugh - we smoke
sharing this day
blooming like the blossoms in May

being behind means knowing
to never catch up,
showing off moments
like showing off tulips

and he tells me a joke
I laugh - we smoke
basking on this day
feeling all the sunshine from May

my phone buzzed beyond the flood
of our inconceivable love,
I hit ignore -
tossing it to the river floors

he tells me a joke
I laugh - we smoke
swimming today
but drowning in love brought by May

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