Does it make you laugh

knowing the things I can’t forget

that have slipped out your doors like rain?


Does it make you proud

the hands you’ve held

lying on the railroad tracks broken like us?


Does it make you more

every halfhearted promise you make

and steal like minutes?


Does it make you smile

when you tell our story?

Yours, hers, mine, too many to count.


Does it make your day

every time you don’t think of us

like you did with your lips on


Do you know how

we sit here like new supernovas


moving on?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 9/22/17

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