Bobby Pins

Blonde Bobby pins litter my black dresser

like stars across tonight’s chilled autumn sky.

Another reminder that she is truly mine

kissed her for hours because I hate goodbyes.

I joke around about all the things she leaves at my place

but my love grows for her and she keeps filling up the space

in my heart so she is always close to me.

If I ever lost her it wouldn’t be the holiday gifts or lonely nights

that would bring me to my knees.

it would be the one little bobby pin that would flood me with memories

one little bobby pin that would break me down and in the flood I’d drown.

-Oct 2017