Natalie Evans


June Slapped Us Hard


Unpacking your memory;
Your letters smell like rain
On a humid day

You hated the sun
Do you still?
Do you sit still?

That is something I loved
More
Than watching you breathe
When you tried to sleep
Mumbling stories, yawning
I chickened out and turned off the light

My fingers found your face
Your stubble licked my nails
It was hot, always hot

Remember those days only winked?
Why can't you come back?
Stay this time- speak often,
A woman can only listen to silence
for so long.

Submitted: Saturday, July 05, 2014

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Upon heartbreak comes the simplicity of babble.

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