Historically Close Friends
In the seventeen hundreds, we’d be close friends
We’d be laughing-playing pretend
You’d know when I missed you
Keeping you just for me
In the mornings, I’d make you coffee and hold you in bed
As I look in your eyes, you’d tuck my hair behind my ear
We get closer but the books will never know
For eternity
I love you so
So intwined in you
I trace the heart that you drew on my arm two years ago
Your drawings on my wall just for show
I can’t write a love story
Never will
But when you read one
When you see or hear one
I hope you think of me
Copyright © Audrey Morgan-Sharpnack | Year Posted 2024
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