Second love by Tori D’Amico

Second love

by Tori D’Amico

All I know is your crooked front tooth your granny smith eyes looking far away. I didn’t know then to commit your laughter to memory. The only night I had the privilege of holding you, I wish now I hadn’t slept and instead asked about your mother so I knew more than just your favorite animal.

I am lying on my back. Look into an endless expanse of sky so empty I see the dust swimming on the surface of my eye. I’m glad you didn’t go too far

you see the same rising lavender over a different mountain. I’d scratch a lotto ticket every day if it meant I had the money

to be with you and do nothing else.