Freckles
Once upon a time I was still in healing
So I scribbled into a notebook a list
Of things I love about myself
To help myself recover
And number one on the list was
“The freckles on the back of my shoulders”
This is still one of my favorite things about myself
But last night I noticed
On the back of your shoulders
Are little galaxies of freckles
Identical to mine
Everyday I learn
I love you just a little more
And more
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