we kissed once in the backseat
of a dull yellow taxi with
love in our suitcases and mouths
then, another in the backstreets of brooklyn
as the boys hooted at us and whistled
hollering under their hoops
**** y'all lookin' fine"
and we raised our middle fingers
like it was a salute to the gods
i know this is overused
it feels like just yesterday but
years have passed in a blink
perhaps i am just selfish
but i have yet to move on
i still cannot ride a taxi alone
hope sits silently and oh, how it watches
silently from the seat across from me
clinging to what is left of me
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 9:40 PM UTC
we kissed once in the backseat
of a dull yellow taxi with
love in our suitcases and mouths
then, another in the backstreets of brooklyn
as the boys hooted at us and whistled
hollering under their hoops
**** y'all lookin' fine"
and we raised our middle fingers
like it was a salute to the gods
i know this is overused
it feels like just yesterday but
years have passed in a blink
perhaps i am just selfish
but i have yet to move on
i still cannot ride a taxi alone
hope sits silently and oh, how it watches
silently from the seat across from me
clinging to what is left of me
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