Monday, April 02, 2007

You fell asleep on the driveway.
Touched my hand twice
On occasion.
Let me play with your hair
When you fell asleep
With your head in my lap.

Then you went away,
Vodka and rug burn
On your knees.
I chased the notion
Of your love
Until it ran dry.

Darling, you said,
First loves are always
Fleeting.

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