Tuesday, November 20, 2007

the day after the eve

I can still recall your hand against my cheek
And the comfort that brought
To start a giddy day
With a hangover
And a little guilt
Of something I wasn’t sure was appropriate

And now
If we never see each other again
I can only say we had a night
But I’m a poet
And you’re something else
So I suppose
That’s Okay

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