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Sweet when I met you,

so sweet when you cared,

and when we two became one,

the times that we shared.



I remember the first time we met,

me writing in the cafe,

now it all seems like a play's set,

but you walk over to say,

that's a nice poem before going away.



I remember staying home from school,

seeing you walk through the door with Jay,

staring down at you and thinking this isn't cool.

Nightrobe and Jay's here why of all days today?



I remember changing, rushing out,

meeting you, chitchatting with you

Laughing as Matt and Jay ran about

do you remember too?



I remember finding out you liked me,

and I didn't understand why,

or what someone could see

in a person such as I.



I remember sneaking out to find you,

dragging along Matt, he knew the way

and when I found you all blue

over math homework from that day...



The lies to sneak out and meet,

find out what you wanted from me

though I already knew, thought it was neat

to have you near me, but too blind to see



that I already knew.

Remember Mr. Rail,

my help in interrogations few

and how a clever ruse kept your mum at sail.



I remember Thanksgiving morning,

snuggling with you on Matt's bed; 4:21 am

Sure that dad was still snoring

and then yells, curses, sentenced and slam.



I remember the phone call three days

before the new year

Knew you were going ask me, but still dazed

I said I had to go so muffled yet so clear...



I knew I would say yes, so why didn't I?

I don't really know, maybe it was because

of Santosh and how I felt it was a lie

that you liked me with such enthusiastic buzz.



I remember three days of vacation to think

I remember pouring over yes or no,

wondering if this was a trap in which to sink

but then I came back to show

that my answer was, and always had been

yes, much to the amusement of my kin.



Before it all.

Before the downhill fall.

Before the 'I'll go out with you'

back when you still cared too.



Blurred Image

I'm not done with my thought

of you, earthed cursed love

I've got fights to have fought

and happy moments blessed from above



I remember saying yes on Jan. the third

but all is blank until my sweet sixteen

where I went to dinner with y'all and heard

your thoughts and your family as I sat between

you and nothing and smiled to myself

thinking that this was beautiful, I was happy

and I'd never be put on the shelf

still thinking so fucking sappy...



I remember eating several times together

each time I would listen silently

keeping my comments light as a feather

fearing of reactions violently...



But that's another time.

A newer rhyme.



Rewind a bit to Valentines Day

The poems and flowers and joy

the walks and talks and all to say

that you were playing, being sly; coy.



The day after, I'll leave it at that

but still... what a memory...

not yet a mat...

such a clear thing to see...



Soon after I asked you to handfast,

we'd been talking about it

never to know that happiness was past

and said "Why not, what time's fit?"



Exchange of gifts, promises made

cold winter's night,

and back in its shade

you had to go back, right?



For two or three months we

planned it all out and

we were... crumbling... all could see

and suddenly trick of flight from your hand.



"You lied to me" and then the sting

after the pain subsided on my cheek

I'd shut up and not move like a thing

while you'd start to shriek.



Lied lied lied, that's what you said.

My two faced one of inner light

And when we talked while on my bed

I swore I dreamed up the latest fight...



Couldn't seem possible that

I was being trained by you

as we conversed as we sat

but all the cautions heeded true.



Bent me, broke me,

I was to blame

Thinking I'd see

That it was a game.



No persuading got me to leave

though my friends tried hard

I just couldn't grieve

right about it as a shard



I stayed with you

through and through

I let you hit me

Blame me.



You left first, thought I'd cheat.

Like there was that chance

even when I was on my feet.

The nights away made you prance.



Yelling blaming

I remember you hating Chika.

Screaming shaming...

I remember you hating everyone.



Four days later I back to you

I remember it. I cherish it.

I was your property too,

a sculpture made bit by bit.



A new beginning,

a new time

a start to new sinning

the birth of new rhyme...