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by Jordan Brooks
Dec. 05, 2016

She sits with me for a long time,
 I don't know why,
 and when she leaves, I realize
 it wasn't long enough.

I'm to remember a girl,
 we shared a cure.
 so, I love her a while, she's
 even more special now.

Seems I don't know how to write it out,
 I want to save it,
 I ought to write it down.
 Maybe my last relationship holds the clues.

The things she liked, I ought to do.
 but, those things never seem to last
 and that relationship just fades.
 All the water is washed away,

with my hands beneath a faucet,
 it's all just down the drain.
 It's warm or it's cold, it goes away.
 But, I hold the water to take

a drink.

... hers is supposed to be better,
 a filtered Dasani, or a Roxane bottle.
 The girls aren't off oblivious.
 They're always making moves,

been years of this.
...all just down the drain,
 it's hot; it's cold,
 I hold the water to take a drink.

I sit with her for a long time,
 to the pretty night,
 and when she has left, I realize
 it wasn't long enough.