days
and nights
while we were in mexico.
the room was
full of wind blown water.
we were full of bad food
and tequila.
we fought about the weather.
about the floor
being wet.
about the future
which wasn't meant to be.
would i have loved her
more or less,
if i'd known
she only had a year
to live.
maybe.
would she have loved me?
it's hard to know these
things
so many years later, so
many years gone
by after that last kiss.
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