Instantly, without warning, nostalgia hit like a bus.

The doors of the atrium, into the commons, I remember the cacophony of shoes and shouts, the smell of culinary class’s pizza, the feeling of excitement for a new day.

This is where we kissed outside the office for the first time.

This is where I accidentally outed my crush to my crush.

This was where I struggled with Algebra.

But this is where I sang.

This is where my voice lifted and lifted me into the rafters, voices like bells and drums perfectly aligned with the world, as they should be.… Read the rest

Tell me again how you love me. Tell me again how because you love me, I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. You could tell me anything and I’d follow you to hear more of your voice. I’d follow you down backroads, into busy city streets, off bridges just to find you if I lost you. So I cherish every look, every word, every touch, and most of all, that homemade cocoon we make each night wrapped in each others arms, holding on tight until sleep.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: tell me again, backroads, and homemade. 

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