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How You And I Became We





I saw you walking
by Donald Hall
Carrying Bill Murray's golf shoes
You bought on Ebay
I remembered how you
Used to sing Royals
Drunk on Bud Light with lime
You loved the attention
The crowd really responded to you
You talked of past lives and gurus
I could tell how you worshipped him
And his Crazy Wisdom
You were materialistic
Even spiritually
And I never felt good enough
But I kept on
And tried to keep up
I'm a lover
And you seemed to like
MMA fighters
Bipolar RnB singers
And running
While a brisk walk
Was like mountain climbing for me
And my rhymes were brilliant
If it were 1980
I sang you oldies
And breakup songs
And promised to always remind you
Asked Where you'd been
Whenever I couldn't find you
Walked intentionally beside you
Never in front of or behind you
I was determined to help you manifest
Your inner Goddess
I named our children in my dreams
Our rainbow tribe football team
We were architects of container houses
I teased you for wearing matching blouses
With your BFF
Asked you to Save The Last Dance for me
Or even just room and let you be free
We joked about almost kissing
Like the couples on the covers
Of Nicholas Sparks novels
I wanted you badly
But tried not to grovel
Pretended to keep it gangsta
But I knew that I was
Hopelessly devoted to you
I wanted to memorize you
Chapter and verse
Quote you like a sonnet
I watched you like a stalker
So I could accidentally run into you
I imagined spells
Listened to all the stories you had to tell
I made you love me
And hoped it would last forever

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