I found you.

Buried in the smell of rain on the city streets

In all of these songs I used to listen to,

I found you, still gripping my heart with your eyes.

Those eyes were my oceans, my horizon of the infinite

I saw them in the bright green signs, lining the tunnels.

There’s a bittersweet nostalgia on these metro lines,

They used to connect us like telephone wires.

How dare you show up here, where I least expect it.

Even after all of this time, all of this heart ache,

I feel your fingertips, tracing lines across my back

And it’s bittersweet, like black coffee behind my teeth.


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