When We Met

 

WHEN WE MET

When we met we only had
Bare bulbed dreams snowbanked by
Heavy petting on the couch and
Fleur de lis cabinetry;
Living room pillow talk with
Languid prairie jumping
Airline goodbyes.

When we met you were scared
Of midnight in the city,

And only came when
You were on top;

When we met you never
Touched whiskey,
Road your bike on the road,
Kissed with your tongue,
Or spoke Cree.

But, when we died you never
Asked me if I was ok,
Said you would love me forever.

— tphillers

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