Wish we'd played in the hallway together.
Teethed on impossibility,
That summered hue of self-control.
I know you don't need me right now
And this feeling will jump again
Like the filament between our backs
when we move in different directions;
jump like skeins of light sparkling across the
skin of the Hudson. I want to feel
like I felt I did after the strong cups of Ethiopian coffee
I'd drink with my roommate on the balcony most mornings,
talking about the day to come. Love myself like I love
you - when I need you.
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