early morning here

by amy sharp


Just think of it as the longest day of the year. Think about a star at the highest seat in the sky. The start of something. A reminder of the seasons. The magic. & I'll think of you and how days unfold like maps.

I am warmed by this moment
music dumped into the background 
I teach you about Lindsey Buckingham and we eat biscuits
and I am as important as Copernicus to you
I make sense of everything for you
I tell you that yes
we revolve around the sun
but only so many times
and we only remember
so many of them