Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

april showers

April showers in the morning,

And her voice is slightly off-key as she sings

She drips her wet hair across the bedroom floor

And pulls faces without realising

I love her with her nose scrunched up and brow furrowed,

When it’s just me and her and the rest of the world is simply not allowed in

With weak sunshine peeking through the blinds,

I love her in the hazy light when she’s all soft edges

I watch her, awestruck, every single day

So wonderfully human, my April,

I hope she finds this and keeps it close

(Furthermore, I hope I find her, wherever she is, and keep her closer still.)

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