this original poem, i wrote last winter. (you probably could’ve guessed that.) it means a lot to me for a very specific reason that i won’t go into. actually, yes i will. one morning in january my—i won’t say crush because that isnt strong enough a word—love and i were outside together, going for a walk, and it is one of my favorite memories. so when i got home i composed this poem to…not “document” the experience, but rather, preserve that morning and remember my surroundings, if you will. it is one of my most cherished memories, so i hope you enjoy reading about it.
