The sound of the dryer makes me panic
My heartbeat makes me nervous

The only thing that can bring me down
Is the sound you make
When I’ve said something right

It’s not quite silence
It’s coffee black
And the breath that follows is
Actual love

Outside there are sirens
Inside, the loudest keyboard
And I’m tucked so far into
The corner of the couch

Trying remember
Exactly what you smell like
Exactly what it felt like
When I crushed into your chest

And I’m scrawling on the receipt
From the morning after
Because I think someday
I’d like to tell you
I’d like to tell you that

You are Actual Love
You are Actually Love

~ by emberyn on March 11, 2016.

One Response to “Receipt”

  1. This was beautiful!

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