Neighbor, best friend.

Plinky Prompt: Write a 10-line poem about your neighbor. Too good to pass up.

“We’re neighbors” is how the conversation starts.
“More like family, really” is what we silently say.
In the chip aisle, we are eye to eye
contemplating options, of the corn and marriage variety.

Sharing clothes, advice, food, hearts, minds.
Having moments of clarity
and moments of, “what the fuck am I doing here?”
and moments that are perfect, and will always, always be calm.

she is my LA good feeling, my summer wind, lightly falling across my heart.
and always, I will ask her for a cup of sugar (or coffee.) always.

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About sorellaaglio

I am 26. I love nature. I love trying new things, and I love children. I love cooking, baking, and sometimes even cleaning. I am an organized mess, and yet manage to eat three meals a day and get eight hours of sleep a night. If you stop by, I'll feed you and make you a mixed CD. Oh, and I am a fan of you.
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3 Responses to Neighbor, best friend.

  1. Cricket says:

    This is beautiful and incredibly touching ā¤

  2. Mary says:

    Oh my gosh, this is so beautiful! (I didn’t expect to start my morning crying, but tears from finding something so touching is way better than tears from anything else!)

    • sorellaaglio says:

      Well I am sad you cried, but happy that they were from this being touching! Corelyn is too good to me, and I thought this prompt was a good way for me to show it. šŸ™‚

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