epilogue (it’s romantic this way)

Twenty

On my bedroom floor

Painting

Colors bruised blue

And maroon

Remembering the blush

On your lips when we kissed in public

In the rain

Dancing at the color festival

Polaroids of us

And words like love

I picked a dandelion for

you told me

you told me

you told me

you liked

you liked

You’d like

To leave it at the cafe

Let it sit

For someone else