Our memory comes to me in a golden morning light,
Blurred by my hair––
A fogged version of your green eyes
And your sleepy, sunrise stare.
All I took away were your lips on mine,
If only for a moment
That might last a lifetime.
See, I remember the light,
But it’s always clearest between us before sunrise,
Right when we lie down to close our eyes.
But it’s useless to sleep,
‘Cause that’s when I’m most awake––
With your arm around me
And a mess of warm feet on cold feet.
When we’re wordless we say a lot more,
Have you noticed?
Did you sense my fear when you asked if I was comfortable?
And did you hear my relief when I said, “Yes”?
Your laugh is what got me,
‘Cause you knew I’d laugh back,
But it wasn’t what I thought you meant,
And I could finally hear it when you said, “Content.”
M.M. Cochran is a YA writer and author of Between the Ocean and the Stars (summer 2022). With an educational background in English and creative writing, she has worked in the journalism industry, as well as the agenting and publishing industry, and she is currently a freelance book editor for her service, Elegant Editing. Now pursuing a career in publishing and becoming a full-time novelist, she spends most of her time editing and writing in her novels. Meanwhile, you can find M.M. collecting coffee mugs or slipping into an oversized sweater, wishing for a white winter.
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