Without fail
every city I am in
reminds me of the two of you
scantily clad dreaming
two different points/times/places
I am still two different people
still enhanced enchanted
by the majesty of your innocence
Those eyes look at me
across time and space
so I am always seeking everything
I can never find
all the things I found
in your precious/multi-hued/faceted eyes
I couldn't be bothered to take
Forgive a simple writer for her crimes
and accept a penance
of every jazz bar entered is a reminder
of you.
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