And later –

later, when I’m crying and you are pushing me away –

claiming this is all made up and the flowers were nothing meaningful

and your smell has left my sheets

and then-

then will you ever be able to acknowledge

your smile was real and it fed my smile

and our hands know the geography of each other well enough…


so much that we can stop pretending

that it was all imaginary and that i made it all up

because later… even just a few days later…

you’ll still want me and

crave me and

find ways to be with me

even if later its just one more night away…

©2017 erin hoffman – all rights reserved


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