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.