Waited for you at
EWR in dirty Terminal C. It's
been seven years now, mate, since
you left me on a curb at the
Holiday Inn. I was nineteen and
had you on the breath and
what more can I say about
first loves? They're a mile
long slur...they have to
start and end somewhere. So
when I saw you today, with her,
(she's so fucking lovely)
it was okay. It was more than
okay. I was happy. Not for you, really,
but for her. I could have never
made you that happy.
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