Remind me of a time
I have always dreamt to be.
Of snowflakes
And hot chocolate, and
Giant balloons in the sky.
And wisdom I’ve learnt of
In dusty wooden books –
Backwards to frontwards
With marvelous hooks.
Lost in the park,
In the middle of a rainstorm,
In the middle of your heart,
With crackers and cheese,
And a bottle that’s real dark.
Remind me of a time
Tag: hot chocolate
Old Favorite Sweater (day 930)
I’ve unconditionally surrendered my old favorite sweater
It’s ok, I like her
But… there’s something about it
There’s a beat-up-rusty-truck memory
With worn seats – yellow foam surprises
You know, a once-was-navy-blue bench seat
Shift-knob-black that knows my sentimental touch
Caressing like I’ve driven her well
Like I’ve taken care not to drip gas-o-line
Checked the oil twice a month
And kept the tires at an even thirty five p-s-i
Perhaps the memories are shared with
These in-animate things
These pieces of fabric and steel-workers toil
That warm those chilling days
That don’t quite sit flush the whole way down
Letting familiar drafts rush up the back
Hands in my pocket
Perhaps this is why I smile when she’s wearing it
After all, it’s alright to let these things
Live a life of their own
To sit me down and coo in my ear
Hot chocolate and unconditional
Kind of love
Close Wrapped Scarf (day 925)
Side-parts in earthy blues and olive green sweaters
Concealing checkered button-up fireplace specials
Hot chocolate dreams of roasted coffee cups
That sit upon crumbly coasters with one small stirring spoon
Christmas with Louis, his horn bringing in the cold
Like the plethora of close wrapped scarves
And men in skinny jeans
With that familiar smell of roasting
Soaking into my own being
Casually making my two inch wooden table
Lament the Ikea special bendy plastic backs
That just speak of too much trying