You were beautiful...
Your locs like fingers...
Long, effervescent...
Dancing with me...
Absolutely exquisite...
You reached in and pulled out my best,
And I would watch you take low puffs of cancer in and out your aquiline nose
wondering whether it was part of the "European" in you...
The part you seemed so indifferent to,
That you wished did not exist...
And now it is me,
Inhaling Cancer in and through my lungs...
Wondering why we were there...
Why it had to be us...
Without you here to look,
Perk your lips into that awkwardly beautiful half-smile,
And ponder me...
LuvHer
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