‘…it’s a quick kiss & the turn of a back
replacing the lingerings & adventures backward
toward the car
lips locked, eyes closed
it’s remembering how good he looked in that blue
shirt
but only ever telling him the first time it took
your breath away
it’s monotony & repetition
of the words, the gestures & the experiences
that takes the edge off it
& blinds your ability to realise you are in the
presence of something magnificent
a smell, a place, an aura, a sound
‘til you look back & wonder why you weren’t
happy for those very moments you were together…’
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