Poems and Peanut butter

For all the night-sky-watchers, secret-poetry-writers, late-night-criers, wish-makers, time-travel-aspirants, pinky-promisers. For all the "should’ves" and "could’ves", and for all the “if onlys” that ricochet in between our daydreams and nightmares. This is for you.

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I am happy because I am alive

and you are alive

and there is peanut butter in my cupboards

and the smell of you on my sheets

and today that is enough.

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The sun warming my back

I sit watching them bungee jump,

snapping photos and smiling at strangers,

writing lines of poetry in this head of mine.

Everyone has different methods of feeling alive.