Rental
I wish I had the video
of all your mental pictures
so I could see what that night
looked like, where he
touched you and why
you let him in…
I want to watch the whole
damn thing, shades drawn,
sitting on the couch
with only a box of Kleenex –
I heard the ending
is a real tear-jerker.
Knowing me, I’d watch it
over and over
and pause
at the
exact
moment
you said yes,
trying to read
the eyes that now
tell
me
nothing.
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