9a.m. Tuesday Morning

Dreams and memories collide Past lives and loves meet and speak

An alliteration in my mind
This heart beats but it knows pain

It knows every word

Time and time again

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
I’ve scrubbed for days

But my hands are unclean
There’s a sunset

That I’ll never forget

There’s a sunrise

That I’ve always had regret

When our eyes met

Fists clenched

Hearts beatings

Out of our chests
I’ll never forget how your lips knew mine by name


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