Like you had nothing invested in me.
Like I was a vacant lot.
Like I was a taken man.
Or a parking spot.
Cool you were, observer-like,
Full of wonderment.
In awe of how my life went on,
As if we’d never spent
The time we did, in places where
I kissed your mouth and grabbed your hair,
Moved you deep, as you moved me
In places where the eyes don’t see.
As if this were the truth.
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