maggiezee

the air crisp and still
wet earth squishes through my toes
i missed your laughter

perfect dewy footprints
day breaks across the courtyard
spontaneity

you tell war stories
and jump when he yells too loud
your face is too young

so many days have past
but i still remember us
sneaking smokes in school

post traumatic stress
when the coffee cup shattered
i hate this country