A Story About Love

I thought maybe we could    
immerse ourselves in fairy-tale's    
of what we wanted, but never had.      
I called you one night, when drunken      
antics were too heavy.      
You picked me up and we fucked.      
In the morning you gave me the first      
two cups of coffee—      
completely unprecedented.        
Sitting on your tiny bed, wrapped      
up in my skirt and feelings of love that      
I thought were gone, I imagined      
us together again, but different—      
and then you told me about her.      
I heard a million screeching brakes      
and then...silence.      
We made great friends, and when      
she was gone you told me you were dying.      
That day in the parking lot outside of the      
Tavern, standing next to your car, I wanted      
to devour it all.      
But it took you.      
Now you stroll through the darkest      
parts of my dreams: it's like coming home.      
God I loved you, truly.
Author's Note
I was listening to this today and thinking too much...
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