writing notes on napkins,
far away, too far to hear you.
sitting alone drinking orange juice,
you clouded my mind with your last words.
last night we climbed to new heights,
reached for the stars and each other,
rolled away into oblivion.
you, glowing with new love,
me, basking in old.
"i'll keep you warm", she said,
"here's my pocket".
could you
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