i uncrumpled the poem you wrote me
it was titled cascade because of my hair
i think you write poems better than me
actually I think its a fact
i am now reading it out loud to myself
over and over until I remember
every word by heart
I say it out loud so everyone can hear it
i love her hair
it cascades down her back
like a chocolate waterfall
i remember the carefree summer
days when I would slowly run my fingers through it
i remember those cold
dark nights when I could cry into it
her brown locks smell like her
like sunshine and lemons
her cascading hair is just one of
the many things I love about her
YOU ARE READING
this is us
Short Storywe hold hands but never for too long we kiss but never in public he doesn't want to become one of those couples he just wants to be us so this is us •••••••••••••••• [lowercase intentional]
