your name is something that i cannot hold without the knot's in my spine, the flutter of my eyes nor the crick in my heart.

it’s quarter past four in the morning and there's a faint coffee stain on my sleeve. like yesterdays choices, you can never rotate a spinning penny. no matter how many times i remember how you used to have this peaceful ease about you in the mornings when the woods were quiet and musky. or watching your expressions when we were at that football game a few winters past, laughing when you smiled. no matter, no matter, no matter, you'll always have that coffee stain on your sleeve. why does the mirror lie to me, you’re the condensation in my eyes.

- always always R.