i am nervous.
on the ride over to my house you light up a cigar
you dont inhale.
i can imagine the match sizzling with the flick of your wrist
the morning is yellowing
and opening the sky.
i cant wait until you get here
i cant wait to see your face, to memorize it
one more time
to imprint it into my eyelids
so when i close them and sleep even then i see you
i am nervous
i know youre on your way
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