Avenue Blues

Why did he pop in my head

Smack! Like a fly at 60

smeared dark brown across my thoughts

not wiped away with bug juice.

Does he remember the time

right before I had to go

hearts raced as we stood

lanky arms locked like our eyes

cocolate, emerald, excited

nervous words, unspoken, yet heard.

The woman in that embrace

rendered child like once more,

patient for him, so patient

finally had her prince

fairy tale romance knight

in baggy jeans and t-shirts

lips even sweeter after.

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He never knew about this,

the smell of leather, musky,

brown scent, squeezable back then

haunts my sences still-

beard scratches and full lips

that never again are mine.

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Does he even remember?

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Does he remember the time

a week before the end-

we sat in orange street lamp glow,

he really should have known,

I was his completely

Chocolate eyesthat held me

look away from the lies

"I'm notsure I love you..."

His words dropped me, and shattered

sobbed, alone down highways,

empty streets with ghostly dreams.

He still doesn't know about this-

It was nine months afterthe fact

Wish You Were Here wasn't him,

wasn't me stuck in graphite

asleep in front of him.

He slashed even deeper

without saying a word

chocolate eyes down the hall

distant,over more than space

lover, friend, completely gone.

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Faces,emotion invade

a peaceful eveing walk

as the sun slides beneath

the greenfaded mointain tops,

and I still remember

why I had to leave.