By the side,
watching on as I
led the ball into its hole.
I knew you’d prefer
your fingers, though already numb, to be
beating against the keys
of yet another system
while you listened but not really
as I talked against what
winds you down.
By the way,
I kissed you
because I knew how much it
took inside you on that
one lovely day for me
to not be
what is just you.
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