The way you loved me
And the things I’ve left behind-
Like suitcases, bikes, memories,
Clothing, my heart
Maybe you still have that- though,
In some type of voodoo torture
Chamber of sorts
In and out of ports; on and off airplanes,
Back to my broken desert town
Wearing a frown
I am too tired to run so I am hiding
Out
For now
But don’t think I don’t touch you in my dreams,
Laugh, jump over things and swing on swings
Just like our Juliet and Juliet love affair
Of adolescent years
Way too many tears
But never more liquid than the fears
We thought we hid
That come soaring out of open chests
At the most inopportune moments
Such as this
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