Will there be time to harvest rivers
that for so long refused to grow?
All the little things you need to build a home
for your love
I tried on wedding dresses for the first time ever today and I was expecting some magical fairy-like feeling of beauty and splendor but instead I just felt like a little girl playing dress up and drowning in an unnecessary amount of white lace and silk and satin and I felt so small and awkward and I just want that feeling to go away.
My parents are holding hands in the car on the way home
and it’s beautiful.
They don’t always get along, but it’s eleven o’clock on a
grey August Sunday and my father turned fifty today.
And I think my mother understands tonight that he is
coming to the realization that he is closer to sixty
than sixteen, and he is wondering how he got here.
But somehow their fingers threaded together
and the cool pavement after the rain
is enough tonight.
And tonight is sad, but it is also good.
You’re miles away, but you love me,
but one day it will be late on a quiet day,
and I’ll weave my hand through yours
while you drive
and the mere outline of your frame in the
cool starlight will be captivating, and I’ll smile
and wonder how I got here,
and wonder how I got to be with you.
We are closer to sixteen than twenty-six,
but I don’t think I’ll ever get tired
of holding your hand.
How do you love people
You don’t want to