There are words
that seem to always come
when someone or something new
finds the lonely part in us.
The charmed girl
with certain little pieces
that first shot of tequila
drinking next to her
I know I’ll be at her place
lying somewhere soft and pretty.
The smell of her perfume
my memory triggers
my heart breaks
because as soon
as I leave her
I’ll miss
how her kiss tastes.
I may as well ask
do you mind
if I call you
my forever?
It’s early September
we’re being warned
this winter is going to be
a little dangerous.
I hope you don’t mind
if I stick around
to make sure
you’re safe
from all the stormy nights.
We could cozy up
hide underneath
the velvet blankets
and pretend
it’s just us
in the middle of September
whispering our favorite words.
You’re something new
I swear and promise
to cherish
our Friday nights
when we’re at Nate’s on Marsh
and we rush back
to make love.
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