Our memories
All of a sudden
Seemed so beautiful yesterday
When I saw you pass
Under those morning trees
Rustling their morning leaves.
Nothing.
The sharp jasmine perfume on your skin,
Your intent coffee brown eyeballs:
Now that we are done with each other,
All that has whirled and blurred
And sank and become white and non-sensual.
And those memories
Seemed so beautiful
As you passed yesterday
With a peculiar nonchalance
Under those morning leaves,
Drops from your wet untied hair
Sticking satin wrinkles to your back.
Nothing,
I just wanted to say
You did betray
Though you did a great job of hiding it
Your sidelong glances
To where I should have been standing
With a New Year wish.
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