broken french
cigarette and peppermint
i always enjoyed the way you never owned up to your bad habits
they didn't exist if i couldn't see them
my lips stay a bit longer with a goodbye you never knew was hitting you
my apologies, but i always exit with grace
you handled me with caution
but you got it wrong
all or none
so tired of some
the truth is i fell in love
with the city that nurtured you
and the music you birthed. my painting on the wall of your tiny new york apartment. your mother calls on my birthday every year, hope on the last syllable of each mention of your name
ode to the truest romance
because unfulfilled
what-ifs and possibilities
you asked if i remember that night (caught you off guard. touched the corner of your smile. those eyes with tears of laughter. those eyes
that stopped and lingered on me for the first time.)
habiby, i took it away once
don't make me steal the memory you grasp in the crevices of your mind.
harlem is too far away
and we are both staying still
ode to the truest romance
because you always loved me
in an unconventional kind of way
timing always off
i love yous always quick with sloppy kisses on cheeks
never in it
you had a woman. my earring snagged your scarf. my heels lifted to reach you for the first
and last time.
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