Amore

 

It was a month between our Birthday

And three days after yours

We found ours Self rising

Feeling drunk and so ‘ammored

 

We blamed it on our dizziness

How you couldn’t stand Alone

So I wrapped you in my fingers

As we walked the mile home

 

Do you remember all the things we said—

How we would never forget?

We blamed your skirting on those drinks.

How we needed our tongues wet…

 

Now our lips are pressed so tightly

that neither can speak out

Still

We can’t ever forget to remember

What we didn’t say aloud—

 

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