Beauty collapsed into moments.
Remember them,
quick and loving.
Sometimes they expand again,
like a memory,
but nothing sticks the same as the first time.
How many times do I feel butterflies in my stomach
when reliving a moment,
silently in my head?
It flip flops over itself,
time and time again.
7/13/2016
Riley Welch
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