this is not nearly as meaningful/heartfelt as it seems. i was just moved to write because i'm starting to realize how long i've been here, and how many love misadventures i've been through- crazy!
i've been kissed here before
he kissed me tonight
in a place i've been kissed before.
this time
there were no
fireworks.
no tingle in my belly,
no disbelief in the giddy
happiness
imparted.
there was, though,
a bittersweet memory of
you
and the milk-chocolate-sweet
beginning of
us--
that first bright sunny kiss
at astor square.
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