Love Letters About One Summer
Where Do We Go From Here?
Tracing the coffee stains on the love letters you sent to me.
Maybe I wouldn't have spilled anything if I had drunk tea.
Verses you wrote about that summer we spent in Italy;
the time in the vineyard and kissing prettily,
watching horses as they stormed across the beach,
strolls through art museums and begging to reach
out and hold a statue's hand,
pretending we were part of a Roman dreamland,
getting whisked off in chariots and dining with kings.
You wanted to know where I hid my angel wings.
We went around the country on trains;
you'd turn candy wrappers into origami cranes.
I'd look out the window and study all the towns;
it was bliss chasing after different playgrounds.
About the Creator
Andrea Lawrence
Freelance writer. Undergrad in Digital Film and Mass Media. Master's in English Creative Writing. Spent six years working as a journalist. Owns one dog and two cats.
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