Yellow

You earnestly encompassed my flowerpots and hugged the hemlock like another mother smothering the wind again. 

Threesomes that I missed when you were calculating the exchange rates for your final runaway attempt, humming honey bee and cherry bomb to yourself, hitchhiking in your mind in order to find a tragedy to rectify the disclosure. 

"Don't you dare say what when I say fuck me" and leave the money on the doormat when you pay for finishing first. 

I love your future like a child and your past like a morning fog bank.