It is calloused hands and crooked teeth 

 

Swollen pupils and lips and feet.

 

It is a broken heart and a bloody nose 

 

Screaming crowds and a silent woe.

 

It is awkward car sex and shitty pot 

 

Failed kickflips in empty parking lots. 

 

It is bare feet and blades of grass between toes  

 

A shattered glass of rum ‘n’ coke.

 

It is the rock in your throat and the seizing of time 

 

The ghost of a smile and the spilling of wine.

 

It is connected souls and a gaze returned  

 

A love spread in ashes before it ever could burn.

 

It is the thrill of night and the solace of day 

 

An excuse, a promise, an escape, replay.

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