Maybe I Knew
by james bezerra
Adored how you
drank cold white wine
from plastic sippy cup,
spent the weekend
half-stripped
on my couch.
A friend ran the LA marathon
sweat, hot sky, asphalt;
I never even thought to go
once you pressed lips
against skin
in the shower,
Maybe I knew
time with you would only ever
be measured in moments.
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