Our memories
All of a sudden
Seemed so beautiful yesterday
When I saw you pass
Under those morning trees
Rustling their morning
leaves.
Nothing.
The sharp jasmine perfume on
your skin,
Your intent coffee brown
eyeballs:
Now that we are done with
each other,
All that has whirled and blurred
And sank and become white and
non-sensual.
And those memories
Seemed so beautiful
As you passed yesterday
With a peculiar nonchalance
Under those morning leaves,
Drops from your wet untied
hair
Sticking satin wrinkles to
your back.
Nothing,
I just wanted to say
You did betray
Though you did a great job of
hiding it
Your sidelong glances
To where I should have been
standing
With a New Year wish.
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