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You kissed my lips
as if you intended to stay—
so I asked no questions (as if I didn’t know your name).
Somehow, I got comfortable in the thought of us,
and made myself at home.
I took off my cool,
made you a plate,
and we conversed about the universe.
You made me feel wise,
let me boast of my knowledge,
stroked my hair,
kissed my cheek,
and held me with reassurance.
I flaunted you around and introduced you to my friends.
You were my new thing—my good thing,
“not like the others” thing,
my constant…thing (as if I didn’t know your name)
My chest filled with pride simply because you stood by my side.
Until one day, I closed my eyes,
let my guard down, and you were gone.
I cried (as if I didn’t know your name).
Because you were my new thing—my good thing,
“not like the others” thing,
my constant…thing.
I wiped my eyes,
learned to smile, and realized that you will always be those things
To me and everyone else.
Until the next time.
