The worst night of your life
on the stoop sobbing
smoking, silently
coughing out memories.
A jagged edge scrapes
your essence from my insides.
Spit you
onto the street.
The worst night of your life
a couple passes by
sauntering across
remnants of us.
Lost in lust
limbs intertwined with love.
This season street stoop
will be remembered
in old age
through foggy nostalgia
miles from here
when desire has died
to the years gone by.
The worst night of my life
pinned in their scrapbook
life brewing before them
an evening of ecstasy
gorging on youth.
Look at one another
and ask for nothing
but the night.
The dead of winter
longing lodged
in the crevice
of my heart.
I wished you away
but not the night
and not them.
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