curled around my fingers
while Jeff Buckley's
Lover, you should have come over
was playing, through the quiet storm
The guitar in your left hand,
you were Jimi or Kurt,
groupie-me, fawning, adoring,
and pictures from a photo booth
downtown after three kisses
and I wanted time
to figure out what it was
that you were searching for-
it was something more
than I could ever give you
U go your way. I go mine.
We go, we grow.
Separate.
Apart.
The past is where I loved you.
Presently,
A greater love has my heart.
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