Dinner with friends

In cities where none of us live

The face that somebody makes

When you give 'em a gift

Every once in a while

When I wake up early without trying

And catch a sunrise.

The feeling you feel when you're looking at something you made

The layers and ruffles in my favorite pink-champagne cake

My home state of texas

The sky there and horses and dogs

But none of their laws.

The shape of his eyes

The shape of his nose

The cute way he mispronounces certain words

The smell of his clothes

The things I would miss from the other side.

Intimate convos that go way into the night

The way that the sun on my floor makes a pattern of light

And early in june when the fireflies first start to glow

It never gets old.

The shape of his heart

My shoes by his door

He loves me in all of the ways that I've never felt love before

Things I would miss

From the other side.