remember that look
the one that’s for her now
and remember the way it stung
to be pinched by someone’s eyes
it was uncomfortable at times
“you have such beautiful eyes”
is what he would say to her
not knowing they were no longer his
“I’ll love you forever with all of my pieces”
she said this as they laid, deaf to the fan and the city sirens
only hearing each other and believing what was said
she never thought herself a liar
but lies became life became lies
he doesn’t like cream or sugar
but sometimes a little milk is okay
it means nothing to know this
but it used to mean something
it’s not fair to love these things
it’s not fair to love anything at all
he would kiss, “that’s my neck”
she would kiss, “those are my eyes”
he would kiss, “those are my lips”
she would kiss, “that’s my forehead”
is it bad to tremble when we remember?
when remembrance is all we’ve got?
Great poem lady. Good rhythm and good rhyme. 2nd Stanza is killer. Later
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