Tuesday, July 27, 2010

a birthday lunch

delarisse and the brightest sun
on a patio in the town where we grew up
fresh sandwiches and hot coffees
sunglasses pushed up into our hair

talking is easy, we've been doing it for years
but i feel older, now, and a little removed
from the things that used to bind us together
you're a little removed as well

we're sliding slowly into our own worlds, own truths
and the things that were once so important
to all of us, an equal importance
are sliding further away

tell me you'll still meet me for lunch on a tuesday
still sit across from me and know who i am
more than anyone else ever has
tell me all our truths will still exist, somehow


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