A Year For a Moment
For twenty two moments, wracking your brain
In the past he would’ve stood still but today matters
Three years in purgatory and I lost my ring.
Hold her hand - take her back -
trace your name on holiday.
“Inhale, it should hurt” but
she won’t if you roll your eyes one more time.
Fist pressed to sternum because her nerves are numb.
We slow dance to affluent chatter.
Two stairs were broken when the fireworks started
not just one.
Put your copper on the train track, wait for it…
… Godspeed you! black emperor.
Get off at Spring if you like the smell of cigars.
Forget about firsts because
lasts last longer.
You aren’t as tall as you think because
after the sun sets she can break branches.
When she opened the door one last time
she was under the bridge but he was home.
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