secret swallows of saliva
go down hard when I think of you
playing harmonica flawlessly
self taught from
an early age
glimpsed dreams of your skin
not clean today
and your smell
not good today
keeps me up at night
half-cried tears
leak out
as I recall the crooked tooth
on the upper right
of your lying mouth
of all I see of you
can’t make anger come alive
inside a heart that loved your ways
watched you walk away
slow
recalled our meter
not wanting to lose the beat
but letting new rhythm
become the future
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