You're Breaking My Heart

(Malinowski Thinks)

You're Breaking My Heart Thumb.jpeg

He’s the one whose smile is like looking into the heart of dream and he smells like an autumn afternoon. He’s that boyfriend, the one you wait for hoping that he’ll stop in even for just a moment. The way he cradles your neck when you greet is like coming home to yourself. He’s that boyfriend, the one who, when he kisses you makes every molecule in your body vibrate a little lighter, happier and with gratitude. You know he will move on, he always does. He’ll leave you with his angry, sullen wingman but you cannot stop yourself from falling hopeless in love with him while whispering his name “Indian Summer, Indian Summer”.

Ed Anderson