Do You Love Me?


I recall, with the same tone of melancholy faces

from where we came, reliving bitter scenes unseen and their cold hearted places  

and when I do, I  still swallow hard and repeated cringe

marinating in it’s noise, living the past in a present drunken binge

slurring my cloud all over her unconditional gown 

I always thought I’d appreciate her better accompanied by a broken hearted frown

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