A poem inspired by 500 Days of Summer. 


Wisps of smoke

Entangled with messy hair

And wrinkled dress shirts

As we sit on the porch watching

and waiting

for love to blossom.


As the bittersweet aroma rises,

and twirls and twists

around us

Basking in this warm ambiance

As this shapeless feeling

binds us together.


But as the caffeine kicks in,

and the doors slam shut,

reality sinks in and illusions shatter.

The remnants of our love

stain both coffee mugs

and bed sheets.



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