If I had known I would miss you I would have come closer

years ago 

and slowly kissed you

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He stood drunk in the rain on a dark city sidewalk. Soaking wet I turned to face him standing on slick concrete at night. Car lights threw a wild glare around us like fireflies. He kissed me. I tasted whiskey, or maybe vodka or rum, and something I had never tasted before.

How come it doesn't always feel that way -- a small spark in the storm?

Some people, you give them a vanilla-chocolate choice, and life's simple. Me, I am in a crisis before I get out of bed. 

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He'll leave a stain 

keeping that piece of you

love is such a heavy thing