I could never pack up my memories
and try to forget about you.
It began one summer evening
in an empty pool hall,
when you leaned into me and I took my cue.
How beautiful this life can be.
The parks, the bathroom closets,
the birthdays, the valentines,
the bedrooms, the showers,
the restaurants, the museums,
etc.
You taught me how to see in color
with your head resting on my shoulder.
Maybe we could make something beautiful,
together, some day, baby.
Just you, and me.
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