A love poem.
I think the way your lips would feel on my neck
Would be like snowflakes landing on your face
I think we could go out to coffee and I would drown
In your eyes and drink in your laugh
I think your curls would bend into my hands
As leaves on the wind.
And your smile would be the brights in my rearview mirror
Blinding but so beautiful my eyes tear up.
But all this would be
If I had gotten your number
Before you got up and walked off the subway.
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