Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Simmer

These days remind me
Of sun bleached back decks
Breezes blowing hair
Sitting in chairs
Drinking cold beer
Talking to you on the phone 
Do you ever remember that apartment
The times we laughed
Loved 
Fought 
Do you ever miss us
Our kisses
Our conversations
Our love

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