CJ,<\/p>\n
I will miss the taste
\nof your grape sugar and
\nthe soft touch of your fingers
\nbrushing over my skin
\nto adjust the camera
\nas the middle-aged uber driver
\nwatches us vlogging \u201cNY with Claire\u201d
\nwith a frown on his face
\nin the rearview mirror
\nwhile the city blurs
\ninto a van Gogh painting
\noutside of the window and
\nthe starry, starry night
\nfalls upon higher grounds
\nwhich eventually will lay the stars
\nat our feet and we will be bigger
\nthan the entire state of New York
\nto the point where
\nwhen you reach for my hand
\nthe streets will hold their ground
\nagainst a northerly wind
\nbut before soon you will be gone and
\nthe likely chances that we will meet again
\nwill be a million to one and until then
\nI will wait until I can steal your gum again and
\ndraw inside the wrapper
\na little doodle of the two of us
\nbut then I will scrunch it up and
\nthrow it out behind your back
\nbecause it reminds me too much
\nof a love I once had
\nbecause I want to have
\na unique space in my heart for you and
\nnot for you to fill the unique space
\nthat someone else once left behind
\nso I will hold tight to the polaroid
\nuntil the day fate brings up the idea
\nthat we should meet again
\nunder the lights of the Empire State
\nor the stairs in front of the Met
\nand if we met again today
\nI would have taken you out
\non a proper date
\neven though you probably would have
\npreferred to drag me to
\nyour brother’s friend’s sister’s gallery
\nand suggest that we
\nmake out in the bathroom
\nand I would have had to politely decline
\nbecause my lips would be chapped
\nfrom the cold
\nbut however, I would gladly
\ntake up the offer to hang out with you
\nand occasionally share some kisses
\neven though that would leave my lips
\nswollen when we leave
\nbut how fun it would be
\nto explore the streets of New York
\nwith you again.
\nPlus, I owe you one pack of fruit gum,
\nsix hugs, and exactly one proper date.<\/p>\n
All Love,<\/p>\n
SL<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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