Sour

My week was too busy to be passionate

Hobbies hiding
Like lint finally found when pulling out the couch

Krylon overspray on the concrete floor
Fuzzy strokes from oil paints I’m fumbling

Sorry for your sour coffee
You deserve more

Leaning

We sing the words of our favorite song in unison 
It gives us that sentiment
Of being on the same page with a loved one

But I think the words have a different meaning
Now every time we listen its more evident
Our analysis further leaning

Statistics

You made the best breakfast sandwich before class the semester we had statistics together

We hiked to Andrews Hall in two feet of snow and freezing weather

It was wrapped in foil
I used it as a small hand warmer in my sweatshirt pocket

I don’t remember if it was actually statistics
If it was Andrews Hall
Or even if there was that much snow on the ground

I remember the warmth walking with you

For such a small sandwich
Its memory takes up a lot of space

Hats

My hats don’t fit
I’ve been handed too many

You keep passing me more
When you know I have plenty

I have nowhere to wear them
And no place to store

Let me pick just one today

Okay

I guess I’ll grab four

Fray

I wanted to take another shower but didn’t want the towels to fray

Walked outside for air

It was fire season
The smoke choked

That day
       We bought four of the same onesie

Each larger than the last

So he could wear it whenever he wanted