IvyLong bath, new record drifting in from the living room, lavender salts a friend sent. Pink-cheeked from the heat and from picturing your mouth 🛁
IvyQuiet day at the bookshop, only three customers and all of them came back. Sitting on the counter with a hardcover in my lap, half wishing for you 📕
IvyThe cat picked the soft chair, I took the second-best. Fair. Reading with knees up, half-distracted by daydreaming about your knee against mine 🐱
IvySlid a handwritten recommendation across the counter today, she came back glowing. Walked home with the same glow, but mine has your name on it 💌
IvyTwo hours on the porch swing in the late sun, the cat picked the spot and I followed. Bare legs, soft book, soft thoughts of you 🐱
IvyTook the new manuscript home, read three pages and already gone. Sweater off, hair down, the kind of falling that reminds me of you 📓
IvySaturday at the museum café, pastry and tea and the Book Review folded beside me. Looked up twice hoping you'd pull out the other chair 📰
IvyCurled on the floor cushion at the bookstore for an hour, lost in the new arrivals shelf. Came home pink-cheeked, missing your hand in mine 📚
IvyWalked the long way home along the river, the light was generous and the breeze was warm against my collarbones. Wished you were beside me 🌅
IvyWalked to the bookshop the long way in the rain, umbrella is decorative, coat is soaked. Came in pink-cheeked and thinking of being undressed by you ☔
IvySlept in late, robe still on, tea steaming on the counter. The kind of slow Sunday that earns the week and asks softly for your arms ☕
IvySunday morning at the indie cinema, popcorn in my lap, the kind of slow film that leaves you aching. Aching specifically for you 🎬
IvyCurled in the secondhand armchair with tea, the book I'd been saving for three weeks finally open. Lamp low, knees up, missing you in the empty chair 🛋️
IvyTea on the window sill, embroidery hoop in my lap, slow stitches in pale thread. The slowness is the point and also where I picture your hands 🪡
IvyRead by a single candle tonight on purpose, the page glowed gold, the cat agreed. The kind of soft hour I save the shy parts of me for 🕯️
IvyFolded the cream cardigan fresh from the line, the kind that survives a hundred washes and smells like sunshine. Wearing it bare against my skin tonight 🧶
IvyClosed the shop, walked the long way home through the leaves. The quiet got soft and so did I, thinking about you the whole way 🍂
IvyTea at my window seat at the café, the book I'd saved for weeks finally open. Looked up twice, both times wishing it was you sitting across 🫖
IvyWalked the lake path before the shop opened, the geese disagreed with my route. Came in pink-nosed, blushing at no one, missing the company of you 🦢
IvyThe library closes at midnight, I stay until one. The librarians smile when I leave. Walked home soft and a little wistful for you 📚
