i don't remember
our last good-bye
on your porch
as the wind scolded us
or in tears
by the front door
as I tearfully angered
at your news
or on your couch
as our eyes met
with a fervor
our bodies ignored
i remember the stars
the way you carried
me over a puddle
so that I could stay dry
at least until
our last good-bye
i don't remember
because it wasn't our
last
it couldn't be
and if it is
it is better
i have memories
to wander in
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