Tagged: happiness

we count down to our

slice me a sliver

the day after, all

the first day of the

the first day of the
rest of our lives starts like a
simple bouquet – matched

and mismatched, friends and family,
until death do us part

one week later, we

one week later, we
gather up the stamina
for the days to come –

we can’t see the finish line from
here, and we’re not ready to

i use a tiny

day sixty-one, i

day sixty-one, i
realized i had never seen
you smile so damn much.
packed expertly into a
half bent, tapered
morning, the
first sips were
heavenly, holding
your mouth
in my mouth,
without burning
too hot or too fast