Non perishablesA Poem by Scott Troy
That unassuming smile. The way I reflexively sigh when you call me baby. The way you hold my heart. Your grip on my hand. The smell of your hair. The comforting way you stare into my eyes before you kiss me. Your laugh. None of these will get old.
© 2018 Scott Troy |
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