dtmf
I should have taken more
photos of the moments when we
both laughed until our bodies ached,
when it was enough to feel
the presence of your body in
the same room. Like a reptile
withering in the sun,
the photographer in my brain has
apparently forgotten how to do his job–
how futile it is to remember anything
anymore. I went out today and bought
your favorite wine, saw your eyes
reflecting back from the bottle.
If I pour another glass,
will you join me?
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i love this album, i love the reptile, and i love the question at the end