I can only ball you up inside of me for so long

But every time I smell ginger mint tea you come rushing out of my eyes

Streaming down my cheeks like warm hot rain in summer

The most refreshing type of pain I can’t imagine

I invent you

Age you in my mind

Lying in bed on top the covers, clothed

Face to face,

You are everything I need you to be

We are tired of the rumors

Of the details

Tired of trying to understand

His plan

Is incomprehensible

So I create you

Grown from my seventh grade memories