Poem -

the bus poem - part eleven; baked

You bake me
from the inside out,
and I don’t even care. ā€˜
I met you seven years ago.
And still, I wonder
if there’s enough room
on my own two hands,
to count the days
where a thought of you
hasn’t weaved itself
into my mind.
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