When I met him,
a prisoner’s attempt to break free.
My relationship.
His deniability.
He was so forward the night we met.
Terrifying.
Couldn’t see he was teetering on the brink
just to kiss me.
For Josh –
Who’s kiss I’ll never forget,
who’s random phone calls haunt me to this day
and who still has plenty of magic
(even if “The Magician” doesn’t recognize it as such).
I scrawled this in my notebook on the train sometime last week and just got around to transcribing it here. I hope it finds you well.
