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One, Two, Three
One, two, three,
All eyes on me-ee-ee
Haunted by me-mor-ies
of love that's now gone
But I don't think I'll miss it, no
I wouldn't even kiss you if you showed
Haunted by shadows of the past
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Threes
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Graduation
They read my name
out loud on a pedestal
slow steps to the podium
I bow
shake hands
receive a simple piece of paper
that can’t possibly hold
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June 10th
My last time
Walking down steps
Of a rickety, yellow home
Leaving shouts and laughter
Behind me
My last time
Walking down steps
Of a home I hated every afternoon
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June 8th
June 8th, Saturday
Maybe a cremee
Maybe some gusts of wind and
Together we bike
Trying to enjoy
A moment of earth and wind
Disrupted by bugs
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June 7th
June 7th, Friday
Red and black and white
Dress to remember the day
That is coming soon
Stories told while breath
Is held is like prison and
Never a good tale
Loves
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9:14
What I have of you
Is memories of a better time
Jokes you made at 9:14 at the dinner table
Now it’s just
Laughter, exuberant grins followed by
Somber friends and silent abandonment
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Love is a Food?
Maybe,
like steak,
it needs to marinate.
Maybe,
like soup,
it needs to simmer.
Or, maybe,
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Love is an Abstract Painting
Love is an abstract painting:
Colors convey a feeling but not an idea
the frame barely holds it together and the lines
trail outward, repeat, and redouble
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why
I don't have a favorite word,
And I used to think I liked them all.
But my whole body starts to fall,
At the small whisper of why.
Why are you crying?
Why do you hide?
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I rode down your street
I rode
Down your street
The other day.
It’s always
Going to be
Your street,
Even though
