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Goodbye, Edith Piaf

You came down in late afternoon, bearing coffee and bags of sweets
That before your knock, I would have found unbearable

Edith Piaf played through the speakers like through a tin can

Predictable for a rainy day but because the first drop remained

We agreed: Perfection

In your face I saw the quietest of grief.
Soft and waiting.
But, also, joy.

"Hard, Fast and Beautiful"

I adore you, he said,
pushing away that same lock of hair from my eyes
and in the moment I hesitated without cause
realizing, everything he means to me:
A kiss on the tip of the nose
a single strand of hair on our mouths as they meet;
racing down the highway at midnight
arching my back against the seat and trembling with joy.

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