Newness.

June 15, 2016 § Leave a comment

I float through the house, still full with boxes,
while you fix your hair
in the bathroom.

You’re nervous, talking to me
about what shirt you should wear
and why, all the while

second guessing yourself.

You can’t eat the breakfast I make,
which is completely fine.

You look perfect, and they’ll
love you.

And I love you, and experiencing this
moment with you.

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