Dimmed images
hint at
not often enoughs,
while secret smiles
reveal little to remember.
A hint of gin
still lingers on my skin,
shaken with a twist of lime.
Contradictions
of
a self centered Virgo,
in her delusion
of a Scorpio lacking emotion,
falls short of understanding.
Leaning away
in surrender
of
hallelujahs
engrained in flashes
of what
could have happened,
and the taste of
your sweet honey suckle
is stained
bitter on my
slurred words,
inspired after
another hazy tequila sunrise.
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I missed you.
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