We spoke the other night
first time in a while.
We were both trying to figure out how it
should be different...
but nothing was.
And that
was precisely
the point.
We can continue to be
as we have been
but it doesn't have to hurt anymore.
I can't possibly forget,
the first kiss I ran from
the first night I couldn't resist
your perfect lips and your mandalin
Wolfe and St Dominique
Rocky Mountains and NYC
permaculture
craft beer
Leonard Cohen
and spending jazz fest drinking pints at Benelux.
I can't wait
to be casually chatting
with you
again soon.
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