Tell me you’re escaping
I wish excuses didn’t fill holes
because the truth is
the absence in my bed
fills the void you left
when I crawl home
Too late, I remember
what passed is past
Deep finger paper cuts
remind me of memories
I left in the back alley
of our Parisien hotel room
Thin ravines trace down
my thumb from the
evening struggle with
our perfect bottled Cabernet
I forget your lips but
remember your mouth
I lie to myself
about lying with you
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“I forget your lips but remember your mouth.” This is beautiful.
Not sure how I ended up on your blog, but you write beautifully.