rainy day
first fire of the wintery season
Jasper is national park
A landmark in my mind
A place for long walks
And quiet conversations
Tall trees that wave as you pass
The smell of rain
When you first wake up
Gravel paths and muddy trails
Whispering leaves when the wind
Blows a little harder than before
The colour green in every form it can take
Making you love the colour anew every second
Holding cold hands
Pockets that are warm
Beanies and black sweaters
Watery eyes and explaining that you’re not crying it’s just the wind
Hugs that hold on and don’t plan on letting go
Friendship braclets on dirty ankles
Hiking boots because they’re practical
I breathe in your words like cigarette smoke
I’ve never smoked ever but this must be what it’s like
It’s stings my throat and singes my tongue with sweet burning flavour
I’ve inhaled so much second-hand smoke from being a third wheel
This has to be what it’s like
I love it
The sweet smokiness
It’s like having a part of you inside me
Closer to my heart
Eating away at my lung tissue
A disease that I welcome with a greedy breath
I love you
I mumble through the smoke
I love you
But it was a lie
i see musical notes hold hands and french kiss under moonlight
i see frozen waterfalls dance in my rear view mirror
i see waves crash against golden sand, sketching sensual rivulets into the Little Rock’s
all of this, and i still can’t find love?
Melissa, 23, she/her, Canadian, poetry and a little bit of everything all of the time
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