In the end, all that sleeps against your fresh
youth is an echo.
After the last words slide across instant
regret, the only thing that spends Saturday
mornings with you are the bones
of an old Review.
After tonight,
just remember the way your fingers interlocked
like you figured out a combination
of perfect timing
and lust.
Just remember, that’s all it was.
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