I know someday we’ll have to kiss for the last time
and I hope that it feels like this.
And someday I’ll have to think about that,
but I can’t think about anything
when you’re in my kitchen making coffee,
my shirt draped over your body
like a bird that came in my open window
and flew in circles around my living room.
I know someday we’ll have to kiss for the last time
and I hope that it feels like this.

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