pummel that strip of purple above your cheek.
Their echo tags along behind you as you drive
past fleeting lines on the freeway.
But it's her you mourn for,
as you struggle through a knot in my hair.
A sticky smile trickles down your chin
and I can tell you found something familiar.
Your eyes tug at my sleeve,
begging to drop it into my lap.
But that intimate hum we used to keep in our throats
slithered away through the grass
A long time ago.
So I shake my head slowly, and you know.
She will always be your last.
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