Six more days until you,
until I make the tired trek
across land and water,
the tired trek to another lover.

We had two days in Philadelphia,
on flat land and smog shrouded stars,
collapsed on the pavement outside the bar,
I would give my anything

my smile, my laugh
my life, my very blood to go back.
What if it's not the same?
Months of wondering,

will amount to hello and goodbye
an obligatory embrace at the airport gate.
Can I be everything you remembered?
Can you be everything I loved?

The taste of your final kiss,
laying dormant on my lips,
that last good-bye playing
in the depths of my memory.

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