The Cookie Jar

August 11, 2020

i still remember the jar of cookies

you hid behind the picture frames

the sweet buttery smell that wafted out everytime you cracked it open,

"shhhh" you whispered with a sly grin on your face

our little secret

it's my favorite memory of you

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