a thing about you.

I looked at your face while you were sleeping and this habit of mine I could not seem to let go. You looked so peaceful and pretty. What is it about you that got me feel like I was coming home?

But this wasn’t real I knew. Once we’re out there, we’re out there.

If we’re a couple of peasants in the southern of France, I’d pick out berries with you and bake pies, bear your babies.

You opened half of your left eye and smiled. But you didn’t want to embarass me so you pretended to go back to sleep.

You’re just so sweet.

you were so handsome

from below

from above

so easy to love

you were so handsome

that last night

in that life

that wasn’t ours

Diana Perry

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