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Cold--so cold. Mug between hands warming them. Lean over-- steam melts icicles on nose. Close eyes-- you appear opposite me: cigarette burning in ashtray, one hand gripping coffee the other thumbing through Romeo and Juliet; smile while skimming lines of loves' first meeting. Me crying alone remembering that night somewhere in my past so vivid-- I smell damp pages; I hear your voice breathe life into words of an antiquated love story; I see the corners of your lips mandate the marionette sparkles of your eyes to dance as you speak. Me then in ecstasy heart beating as neon sign flickers casting a pink shadow through the window. Me now in shock staring at an empty chair feeling my love for you course through my body as water through shattered floodgates your obituary fresh on my mind. |
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