The Way I Am
The Way I am
1/28/10
Standing in the kitchen
One sock on
The other on the living room floor
Eating cold pasta
Blended together with whatever I could find
In a coffee mug
That is chipped on one side
But I liked the color
So I refused to ever let it go
Even when you laughed and joked
At the feathers in my hair
I remember the smell of your scent
As you stood too close
To pull each and every one of them from my curls
You looked down at me and I could feel your need
To simply be close to me
You were always there to catch me
Even if it was with a laugh
I miss you
The way your body seemed so in tune with mine
And how your precision fit in with the
Stutter
Stumble
Step of mine
And how you loved every awkward piece of who I am
I’m standing here thinking of you
And how much you loved
The way I am
© 2010 Brandelyn N. Castine
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Photo Credit: flickr.com/photos/84878335@N00/417954360
