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Not surprisingly filled with contradictions
The wants that I want to forget
The wants that I want to remember
The needs for today, the trite
And it's too early for poetry anyhow
A list of words
Like the shopping list
Or the deeper wounds of yesterday
The happy memories too
The love for the one I love
Loving this or that person
The simple hellos at a coffeeshop
Or the memorable encounter,
for me anyway
That really means nothing, alas!
And I wonder was that my final test?
I failed obviously-it was too cold to remember the right words!
Ah excuses!
The steps that I lost against the ones
That I gained
The many goodbyes
The attempted hellos
The myriad other ways
In which we will never casually meet again
Or meet again as strangers
Or, fears lost, as lovers, even
Or miss each other again by this much
It's a big city, I know
The 8th ave strip is mine haha
Writing about
The many ways to say I love you
The many ways to say goodbye
Or the many conversations to start again
Going going gone
Hey, maybe I should ...
Ahhh, why bother, really
Love is not on the log today.

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