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Poetry

Thirteen Ways to Look at an Almost Lover

I
Standing not too far,
Burning questions in my mind.
He was like a breeze, which left too soon.

II
He and I.
Oh, so eager to run the other way.
He stood so tall.

III
He was crossing continents on his ship.
But he was swimming in the oceans of my thoughts.

IV
The first time.
The last time.
I can’t remember this one.
I don’t want to forget this one.

V
The chip in his tooth.
The part in his hair.
Every one the same
But he was almost.
Different.

VI
Strange winds and the never-ending snow.
Hold you to the warmth,
But it doesn’t penetrate your skin.

VII
Why art thou here with her?
To be or not to be,
Resting here with me.

VIII
I know not much of earth, wind or fire,
But this air is intoxicating.
Breath of life.
With one kiss.

IX
When he left me there alone.
I wandered the city in search of him.
I came back with a memory.
And he was in every step.

X
Driving to Clark and Addison.
I’ll never forget the way it felt.
So hot, but then cold.
He showed me how to choke.
He taught me how to give up.

XI
Midnights spent chasing him away.
Mornings wondering why he’s gone.

XII
And here’s a toast to sparkling champagne.
Well vodka
Cheap beer
He is not the one.
But I’m sorry, I couldn’t see straight.

XIII
It’s getting warm again.
Another winter’s gone away.
I find myself alone.
But true love won’t be counted on.
You are gone.
And I must walk on.