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About an Asheville Boy
Biting back tears on a
bruised lip from all the beauty,
breaking autumn leaves between my thumb and
fingernail on parking garages where
I whispered my
only secret to the hills,
hoping you’d hear.
I lied straight to the wind when
I called you a loser,
told you that nobody loves you;
sometimes I can be so
cruel.
I have never been so ashamed of the weather
for not allowing me to get a second chance
and
to kiss your fingerprints as they
colored lines of who I’d like to be
into my spine.
Please, please
remember the way I smiled for you in that
allyway, amazed by a piano,
losing it’s paint at a hundred years old
and abandoned,
and not how I pressed
my nose to the window when we
left.
Please, please
remember the views we explored together on those rooftops and
please, please,
remember me as I was and not as I actually
am.
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