Learning this kind of game
I am learning this kind of game
which you taught me when i was
just leaning upon a wall and thinking
that it loves me
to meet you, and have a drink with you
and kiss you inside a dark room and
then speechless as we are, we take
turns leaving each other
with a note that soon this will happen
again, this story of hello, goodbye, hello
endless in the pages of your longings
and always anticipating that soon
everything in our backgrounds will be
ironed out by a god who has no other
concern but our happiness, freed from
the prison walls of selfishness and greed
and always open to other possibilities
to a door that opens by themselves when
we begin to utter those old words again
' i miss you' and the echo, 'miss you too'
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