Decade

Can’t remember the last time I walked steps next to yours

In synch we would walk

Share stories about past loves

Whilst you glistened your lips with ChapStick

And drip last night’s sex from your inner thigh

We’d walk down Flatbush

To the subway

I’d go to work

And you’d get off a stop early

To go back home

While I waited for you

One day more

And covered the windows with plastic

And put a second blanket upon the bed

To keep you warm

Warm at night

It seems like a decade 

Since I last saw you 

In white

Beneath

Cloudy skies

© 2013 David Greg Harth

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