Catie Hayes of

And so I hit the ground running;
Traces of your kiss on my lips.
And I'm making semblance of order where there is none;
I smell you around me still.
And I'm making appointments, balancing checkbooks, waiting for the cage door to finally open;
Your voice pours from the phone like warm caramel.

Overwhelmed by the past,
Oblivious to what's next,
and still.........
Flashes of moments together,
Strung like faerie lights through the day,
are enough.


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