friday night
I stood outside that
cute little italian
restaurant again (do you
remember it was my favourite place?)
with arms wrapped
around myself
(you always thought
the sweater paws
were cute)
while the sports bar
next door
emitted yells and laughter. (you used
to hold my hand
because the old drunks
scared me.)
there was a boy
standing outside
too (he was the complete
opposite of you)
but
he had a
cigarette in his mouth
so I didn’t
get too close. he
asked if I was
cold
“no.”
(I wasn’t)
so I told him
smoking kills.
he just said
“I know”
and told me it was
worth it
for the
five minutes
til reality caught up
and I thought that
that
was exactly the way
I thought about
you.
YOU ARE READING
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Poesíaarrangements of 26 letters that i hope may affect you in some way or another. aka drabbles from my brain. (lowercase intended)