I just want to stay here with him
In love and unison
Salt water, sun, and liberation
Summer in Paris
Sunbeams kissing my back
Dust kicking up at my heels
My sweaty palm against yours
We’ve found so much solace here
Happiness has burrowed and nestled inside
We’ve walked through halls filled with art
I must admit, I’ve paid more attention to your
face
The way your gaze hangs upon something you
like, the excitement, the way inspiration flows for
you so easily here
You are my favorite piece of everything
I listen to you speak and it’s like no one
else is here
We are just strolling in our own world
I don’t know if Paris got the best of me
or you made me fall in love with it
Bound to You
They didn’t teach me what love is
There wasn’t a good example set
Romance gets focused on so much,
but people forget to mention the substance
Here I am concerning myself with your health
and focusing on the minute details of your life
’cause I want you in mine
The way I’ll indulge myself in the scent of your
skin and how it feels wrapped around mine
They left out the pillars that form from
the sense of stability that is created
Boring isn’t ever a word that needs to be
uttered when speaking of our consistency
I don’t ever think I had that before you
With you, I get to dream of kids and a home
without feeling that it’s a far-fetched concept
that I’ve ventured into alone
I want the crow’s feet from years of laughter at
jokes I’ve heard hundreds of times
I want the wrinkles of skin
that your fingers will still caress and adore
I want the stories we tell our offspring
and their offspring about how we met
and traveled the world
I want it all
They didn’t tell me what love is
at least not one worth keeping
I’ve learned all the things it wasn’t
and so many of the ways it shouldn’t feel
They didn’t tell me it could heal
They didn’t tell me what love is
You’re the one who showed me
Wanderlust
I came home to gray buildings and skyscrapers
only to crave something old and majestic
Europe has spoiled me
I miss the calm, I miss the quiet
The lack of pressure to rush
I gracefully glided through the days
I thought nowhere else in the world
would ever feel like home and yet
home is where I now feel out of place
A stranger among my own things
They no longer seem as important
Everything feels so different
I’m honestly just waiting for the moment
that we can go back
October in Paris
We land in the morning
Met by a darkened sky and the
quietness that envelops it
Here is where you’ve chosen
to celebrate our special occasion
Within days we’ve nestled into a routine
of spending quality time indoors or looking
out over the city
Venturing out is a thrill as we’re exposed
to more and more of this city’s charm
A night spent exploring, filled with photography
and a stroll along the Seine
A morning spent walking through the garden
and being captivated by the beauty of fall
Time has gotten away from us here
We lost ourselves within each other
and the adventure
Now here we are wrapped in the cool air of the
evening, gazing at the stars from our own little
slice of paradise
Laughing, kissing, and talking about the
possibilities of our future
My body an exhibition of your fingerprints
I’ll leave the remainder of the night off this page
Archive the memory under beautiful and sacred
Index
3am in May
224th
Acceptance
Ancestry
Antigua
A Poison Called Silence
Boden Ave
Boiling Point
Bottled Up
Bound to You
Codependent
Cruel Intentions
Deception
Delusion
Don’t tell me to smile
Dreams Aren’t Free
Fall in New York
First Snow
Growth Has a Cost
Happy to Be Holmes
Hindsight
Human Resources
I always give too much, too soon
I can’t bear your judgment
If Only
I’m just not there yet
In My Brown Skin
Is Anyone Being Honest?
I shouldn’t have called
I Shouldn’t Have Let You In
It’s time to face it
Just Call Me Alice
Let the Children Speak
Lighten the Load
Liliane
Lynbrook Motel
Midtown
My Secret Sadness
Never Enough
Next in Line
October in Paris
October Is Ours
Our First Place
Phuket, First Swim
Prey
Putting Me First
Renewal Denied
Rose
Sausalito
Searching for the Light
Second Hand
Self-Defeat
September 4th
Settled In
Social
Summer in Paris
Tangled in Your Web
The kindest thing you did was leave
The Pursuit of Perfection
The Relationship Misconception
To My Vessel
Too Much History
Trophy Child
Tucson
Unearthed
Wanderlust
Wet Blanket
Who will save the healers?
Writer’s Block
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