Uber ride under the Hudson River
Thoughts deep and surrounding
Anticipation feels more like a shot of heroin
Than an adrenaline rush opening the heart
To the possibilities of love or passion
Deep breath in count to four
Hold four and blow six…repeat
Now months later I wonder if you
Ever understand how my heart holds loss
Or the way my body responded to your touch
Were you aware you only had pieces of me
Trust was a given – it was taken and lost
I saw you leaning against the building waiting
And I thought something about you – so beautiful
Something I was never truly able to comprehend
A chameleon or cat with nine lives
Like the yearning one has when love
Has been absent there’s no making up for lost time
I’m not an open book yet I shared my foreword with you

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