Soap Bubbles

by letterzee

It’s those times when you walk past me;

Those times when you peek through my shoulder to check on what I’m doing;

Those times when you teasingly headlock me;

Those times when you put your forehead against my left shoulder and suppress your laughter;

Those times when you nuzzle my hair while I’m spacing out;

Those times when you sit on my arm rest and make my head your elbow’s arm rest —

Those are the times that you are the scent of soap bubbles

That I have not grown immune to.

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