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The Music swims past my ears
To get you off my mind
But the fact is what I’ve always feared
That we've run out of time
This song was ours, or so you said
But now who can claim it theirs
For our relationship has fled
And this song needs a new heir
Whoever it is that dances slow
To this song that’s in my heart
I only want that guy to know
How quickly it can fall apart
I need to be proud of myself-
not disappointed in myself-
for missing an opportunity
to drink too much
and pretend that
you
will still care about me
the same way
when you're sober.
 Sep 2013 Jamie Horridge
Chris
The first time I saw you
I couldn’t look for more than a moment.
Now I always have to look at least twice,
and that’s still not enough.
We get lost at least three times whenever
we’re together, even if we spend the whole night
on the couch.
*(It took four days for me to gain the courage
to ask you if you would like to spend
an afternoon with me, even if it was not that day).
I need at least five seconds to find my footing
after looking into your eyes.
It took me six tries to come up with
something good for number five,
and I’m still not satisfied.
I skip the seventh step down (not counting the top one)
on my basement stairs because it’s the one
that creaks the loudest on yours.
We spent exactly $8.00 on the dessert we ate
fifteen minutes before Chili’s closed and $2.82
in late fees for the movie we returned that night.
Nine hours is a lot of time to spend
looking to my right, expecting you to
be in the passenger seat,
even though I know you aren’t.
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