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Abscence
We met on a busy street
when no one was around.
Each door was opened to
us with the walls thereof
being held, awaiting like
arms to our chosen course.
You tied the rope loosely
around my wrist, if I should
choose otherwise; to leave,
to marry, to drink with ghosts,
you would give me those options.
And you fastened steadily the
opposite end about your collarbones
and leapt.
So incredulous, and whimsical I felt,
arm upraised in silent, misfortunate
salute.
Foreign exchanges and unquenchable
question crept into mind and I
faltered in the flower shop of
existence.
Your teeth gleamed brilliantly in the
shadows of our noon, when your cheeks
propped upon bones and pigmented, and
your lips stretched to signify the promise
of a pulse.
You never forgot to pull the chair out,
or hold the door.
when no one was around.
Each door was opened to
us with the walls thereof
being held, awaiting like
arms to our chosen course.
You tied the rope loosely
around my wrist, if I should
choose otherwise; to leave,
to marry, to drink with ghosts,
you would give me those options.
And you fastened steadily the
opposite end about your collarbones
and leapt.
So incredulous, and whimsical I felt,
arm upraised in silent, misfortunate
salute.
Foreign exchanges and unquenchable
question crept into mind and I
faltered in the flower shop of
existence.
Your teeth gleamed brilliantly in the
shadows of our noon, when your cheeks
propped upon bones and pigmented, and
your lips stretched to signify the promise
of a pulse.
You never forgot to pull the chair out,
or hold the door.
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