I don’t want a moment to evaporate from my memory.
Hitting replay, tenderly, carefully
trying not to trigger the separation anxiety
that comes from opening my eyes.
These tende, they make me think of you now,
Delectable, finite, intoxicating, redefining.
Sugar will just never do, again.
I’m basking in flashbacks, that tell I don’t want any less.
Can I frame these thoughts,
Coat frozen moments, in gold, keep them safe,
To replay on rainy days?
