02 April, 2015

Tugboat- Day 2

I don’t want to see
what your memories look like

We sat and sang
and those poems against the window

They sounded like an opera
The window on a tugboat we ate in

I sit and sing
and write down the poems

I sit and you sing
We end up singing against the window

Maybe, if I see yours
but I don’t want to

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