For S.

There's nothing to forgive but a lot to forget: 

How my green dress matched your eyes and how your eyes

Matched the springtime it was a humid afternoon we

Abandoned all decorum and rolled down the hill

One after the other till we lay dizzy at its base

Laughing into a cerulean sky at whoever 

Wasn't laughing. 

 

Nothing to forgive and still more to forget:

2AM on New Year's Eve we were 

Drunk on vanilla extract somewhere in the snow.

Or August eves on the streetscape

In Manhattan and the red in your cheeks

When you hoped that the roses in the arms of a stranger

Were for you. 

 

You dressed like Jeff Beck and I, too, wanted to be 

Bold and hearken back to a time of 

Change or at least good music so I cut my hair like 

A punk rock girl and you were too kind to tell me

That really I just looked like an agitated bird,

Small with ruffled feathers. 

 

Along the cityscape I wander on

Foot now I've traded in my driver's license for

Poetic license and there's a lot to forget but I can't find a thing

To forgive along this cityscape that's drained you now

I'm a twin tower missing my twin. 

 

Reviews

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Change or at least good music so I cut my hair like
A punk rock girl and you were too kind to tell me
That really I just looked like an agitated bird,

I totally loved this part, This is wonderful.
A most enjoyable read.