laundry detergent and the inside of a pillow.
a beautiful paragraph written by my good friend dan, and a poem inspired by it.
we laid there on the couch in silence. his arms wrapped around my body as mine stayed tucked underneath his. with my eyes shut, my face was buried into his chest. i slowly inhaled the mellow smell of his t-shirt. while he had the redolent scent of laundry detergent and the inside of a pillow, i assumed he could detect the repulsive odor of motor oil and too much whiskey off me. @skramzgaze
The most special memories, to me, are those which turn such small things into moments we can never forget.
There would be nothing special about this couch I sit on everyday if it were not because I had you in it.
There is nothing special about a shirt until I remember how I had my hands below yours, and around you.
I would never remember a silence, but this one had you speaking it, holding me without saying a word.
I never think about the back of my eyes except for the time I was made believe you were on the other side of my eyelids.
Buried into your chest I never thought I would ever notice such a small thing. That something could mark me this way.
Love, you smell of laundry detergent, and perhaps the inside of a pillow the day after it has been washed.
I can only hope you forgive me, for this insufferable stench of whiskey, and way too much motor oil.