Thee
I want to lie in your lap again
Because baby you were my safe haven
Yours
Every bathroom stall I ever visited,
Bears an inscription of us.
Impasse
Beethoven heard the silence.
He created poetry with his fingers
Loving you
I have known you—
Maybe from two lifetimes ago.
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