Friday, November 18, 2011


It started with an unsolicited kiss.
I was homeless for a week and you wanted
to talk a bit more.
You put on music, bohemian folk
music and my soul was at ease.
I was sitting on the dreadful chair in
your room,
you stood across from me.
And then my eyes were closed,
your lips were on mine,
it was perfection in one moment.
One unsolicited moment.
My walls crashed down and I
opened my eyes and pushed you back.
'What was that for?'
'Because I wanted to.'
I ran that weekend,
three whole hours between us.
And you have been running too.
But why do we always come back?
Why did I fall for you,
why did you tell me you love me?
And what now?
'What now?'

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