it was all i could ask for,
you sitting there on that bar stool
talking to me about how people change.
under soft eyelashes
your rounded muscles flexed;
widening the space between
what you see in me and
what i see in your eyes:
brown hidden places
with specks of green distrust
a warm and playful golden glint;
bright as sun,
black as night,
blue as sky.
and a knowing,
a so much kindness,
a too much caring;
painfully indulgent,
beautifully painful.
you sitting there on that bar stool,
fingers tapping the half-pint of forgotten nectar,
smiling at me under a tuft of fringe;
it was all i could ask for.
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