Before Your Words Are Complete

Sitting with you

on the beach I grew up at

with cold brew in hand

hearing stories of your mistakes

I cannot help but think

I want to be the one

you come home to

recounting future plotlines

of your busy days

watching your smile grow

as you brush it off

before your words are complete

-POE(MS)

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