You haven’t aged a day,
she says when she sees me,
which is an utter lie, a gutter
lie, the worst kind of untruth,
but my old lips smile
and I think, I’ll take it
because maybe it means
love again.
You haven’t aged a day,
she says when she sees me,
which is an utter lie, a gutter
lie, the worst kind of untruth,
but my old lips smile
and I think, I’ll take it
because maybe it means
love again.