now that you're here.

3:00 PM

now that you're here,

I'd like to thank you for brown eyes,

because there is no such thing as a warm atlantic.

I hear you when you tell me

that not even the stars are immortal,

but I'm not asking for all your sunday afternoons,

or monday mornings

or friday nights.

I don't need another weekday lover.

but now that you're here,

you with your godless days

and your labyrinth mind

and your stories of the south

I need heavy eyes and the air that makes your lungs sting.

I need kind eyes running across my shoulder blades as you take your seat,

three chairs south of mine.

I need winter eyes

asking me to come in.

to stay a while.

Reagan Curtis

5 comments

Madeline McDecember 14, 2015 at 3:33 AM
Dude. That Atlantic line....... Honestly your best line ever.
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AndraLeeDecember 15, 2015 at 3:28 PM
This is so good. Felt like a mystery.
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AndraLeeDecember 15, 2015 at 3:28 PM
This is so good. Felt like a mystery.
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Hannah EliesonDecember 15, 2015 at 7:44 PM
BECAUSE THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A WARM ATLANTIC

snaps and claps from me and david both when we read this

ahh
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pleasefindmehereDecember 19, 2015 at 7:45 PM
Love it.
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