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Jul 2012
We arrived a few minutes ago
Craving warmth
Craving something to keep us together.

There was a red couch in the corner.
I chose to sit in it on purpose.
We used to be so close.

Just as we settled
Your arm around me and my head on your shoulder
They came to tell us the coffee shop was closing.

And it occurred to me
That this always happens to us
Circumstances always happen to us.

And that red couch will always remind me of you
And the skyline will always remind me of you
And the dark silence in my car will always remind me of you.

I choke on things I want to say
I touch your face instead of kissing you
I pull away instead of clinging to you.

It’s always me
Pulling you off of the couch
Driving away in my car.

I am the one who moves us
You are the one who wants to let down your anchor
And I’m dead tired.
Alyssa Wilson
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