basement couch
the back of his neck is tan
recently cut dark brown hair
i run my fingers back and forth
back and forth
episodes and episodes go by
yet i have no clue what’s happening
in the show
not because we do anything wrong
dirty
we do nothing at all
nothing except lay there
stomachs touching and heart beats
falling into the same rhythm
you’re so warm, he says
a gentle kiss on
the back of his neck
in that moment i realize
with a sigh of pure relief
love is not a rush of adrenaline
love is not a rollercoaster
of the one who’s with you
the shattering of your heart
that would follow if
you never got to kiss
the back of their neck again
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Oh man, this poem stirs up some memories, but that’s what things are supposed to do. The ending is so very true and it’s a fear I hope is never realized for you or the speaker.