Kiss and Cry Together

When I least expect them,
the heaviest bricks fall
directly on my head
leaving me starstruck
and dumbfounded.

But I’m not giving up.

No. No, I’m not.


Oh, my lovely, rusting statue.

My fingers trace your lips
while your eyes capture my faint smile.

We can’t seem to laugh or howl in sync
but we can still kiss and cry together.

Let’s open
one more bottle
and raise a toast
to these soft, warm tears.

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