Sunday, October 25, 2009

Kimberly

We stood on the bench
Watched the rain come down in sheets
And giggled
Like children
Like old friends reminiscing
Like old lovers still passionate
Despite the tests of time

I remember the first time I saw you
Wandering around the lobby
Black shirt, jeans,
Purple shoes
And those fancy lace socks
Who could see in that moment
What would become of us

You looked the best I ever saw you
The morning after
That first and worst night
We spent together
Sitting in your chair, no sleep
Hair up, voiced strained
Asking me to leave

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