after little introductions
of bark wood and night salt air
it hit me. fragments from a long overdue drink run.
"i guess this wouldn't be convenient"
"no, but mistakes are what i do best"
it all came down like an asphalt overture
"tell me more, stop being you"
"it's because of intense [...]"
last things are remembered. first happenings are etched into your mind.
red lips with hair pressing hard on previous nights
i could still draw them, and it still hurts to know to have been there.
"i like you just one bit"
"it's ok, because i can put in the rest of it for both of us".
but i couldn't have sung that song. too soon, too much.
written for Z.D.
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