Alloted for and spent with sunshines and tangled knots in my daughters hair. The sand inbetween my toes and on the bottom of my pants. The way you look at me beneath your sunglasses. The sun keeps setting, till there are no more. You point out an eclipsed moon, but i will catch it later.
All later.
When im sitting down and my knees cant reach my chest. And my chest seems gripped with a spasm or an ache. But it's not right. And I like to imagine how i will be remembered.
In black. Happiest with my kids.
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