new york
i wonder what it waswhy it smelled different to me
why all those memories came in a flash
every time
i wonder... was it the lost innocence?
yeah, that!
our getaway- hoffmann's rooms
our dream-filled conversations
our long walks and nights together
the nothingness after lights out
the understanding we shared
the meaningless touches
the playful slaps
wall street pulling
what was it
the naivete
the assurance of moments to come
the proximity, those curly lashes
forgetful minds, challenging mouths
what was it about new york?
what was it again?
Poetry by olushola ode
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Written on 2007-06-27 at 21:02
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