Our hands clasped like locks
By a dying sunset sky
Spray of salt  
Below the boardwalk
Mists into the air

We held each other
Two desperate people
Underneath the sheets
Light filters through
White lenin sheets

Your kiss
Was the match
That lit a fire inside
One year ago
You said goodbye?

It’s been a long year.
Maybe you could lift
That restraining order?
I stopped smoking crack
                Sort of.
Sorry I kissed your mom.

Sorry I killed your dog
Actually,  
never mind  
on the dog.
                            **** that dog.