Your shirt always creased
In that mild way
That only with someone
With eyes for you
Could only see
I remember, those road side stalls
Where we stood and slurped
Cold-drink-ice-cream-float
With greasy egg chicken noodles
You, applauded me
We walked into the 5 am forest
A flower stuck in my hair
Your sweet-man-gait
Broad chinned smile
When my ovaries leaped
Today, I compare
Myself with a dozen others
And look for scraps of
Happiness
You're a rich badass, though
I don't wait for you to salvage me
Man, you stuck in my memories
In numerous parallel pasts
That didn't even happen, ouch
I write
I write to create that past
Alternate threadbare truths,
You know.
Even-though no one reads
Relentless, I never cease
At constructing what could've been
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