Saturday, February 10, 2018

remember when your mother found us



He said we are fond of You, and if you ever make it back?
You are charming, you still have a friend.
But don’t ask us, we'll meet you at that place we always went.
To look at your films, read the same books again and again.
We cannot, if we had our way, darling...
There are certain films, in which you come Home.
We cannot look at, the first time we kissed.
The personal clutter, you're sorely missed.
The persistence of feeling, we'll forget all your sins.
The hand-touch sensibility, if I could have it my way:
I woudn't be alone.

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