Mexico

Tue, 07/03/2018 - 00:25 -- a.joy

You said something

That tickled my brain

And filled me with a glimmer of hope

Passing like smoke

But with an oder that stuck

I was afraid then

To ask as you what you meant

Afraid that it meant something different

But now I'm lying here

months later

wishing I knew

Because then I lost you. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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