Everyday

After the morning breath sex

and kisses on the bathroom sink

and after the slow car rides home where I sing as you sleep

after I never thought love was real but whatever I had with you felt right

and after the green eyed girl slips away into the night.

all I have left are the poems about you

and I read them everyday.

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