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do you remember the night

you called me lavender?

laying in my bed

with the curtains drawn tight.

you said for a second

all around me was purple

and my eyes looked right in that shade.

there was a night where

you said that you loved me

for the first time

and those words were 

rising in my throat for months

but i let them saturate there

because i needed to be certain

you felt the same.

it was after the accident

and the old man slipped up.

he was fumbling over a pen

as i watched from the passenger

thinking of all the little obstacles

always rising when we're together.

the universe must've been speaking

but we were too busy tweaking

all of the plans so they'd fit anyway.

do you remember our first night together?

right before a movie and dinner

we went down to winchester

to walk on the sky line.

seeing boston from a distance

the horizon was mesmerizing

as we stood up on the rocks.

i saw you leaning in towards me

as the golden hour came around

and i so deeply wanted this

but my body let me down

and i stumbled backwards.

we ended up lost in the woods for three hours

and the night sunk in fast

and i thought to myself

this needed to last

more than the summer, i could do this forever.

no direction, no one else.

i was with you and it was enough.

we reached a dirt bridge.

the moon reflecting on the reservoir

and we took rest by the weeds growing high.

it's where you kissed me for the first time.

with your arms all around me

you told me you'd been wanting

to do this for some time.

everything is swarming around me.

all the little moments have their hold on me.

i want to reach out and grab you,

hear you tell me you miss me.

you miss all the little moments too

and they're enough to keep going

down a path with no clear destination.

i boxed all the memories.

the coins and cards and the photographs

i took with the intention 

of showing future generations

a love so special and strong.

they're under a pile of dirty laundry

that i can't bring myself to wash

for any lingering scent of you.

it's all sitting there burning

holes inside my chest.

i lay awake at night

for now i can not rest.

so i watch all the shows

we started at your place

until you want to talk

and meet again, face to face.