Friday, July 17, 2015

Maybe I Knew.

Maybe I Knew
by james bezerra

Adored how you
drank cold white wine
from plastic sippy cup,

spent the weekend
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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