i am shouting
a sound
a name.
red hair,
brown eyes,
skin that is pale.
your voice,
your scent.
the sounds
of the streets
on a warm
brooklyn night.
the taste
of cigarettes
on your lips
and mine.
an evening
long, warm.
a morning,
short, haunting.
if i could only
remember
your name.
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