the queen of burning bridges

is it new york i love

or do i crave being

near you; crave the

one in a million

chance that if we

were in the same city

we would run into

each other on the

sidewalk while i’m

on my way to buy

flowers and you’re

smoking a cigarette

dressed in all black

and i’d smile at you

and you’d grab me by

the wrists and scold

me for being away

for so long and then

i’d let you kiss my face

as you interlock your

fingers with mine and

you’d never let me go

again, you would

take me with you

wherever you went

and i’d never look back.

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