I wipe the counters down thoroughly
With the idea that you might see this
We opened our reposado and looked up at the moon
“It won’t appear like this for another 30 years.” I said
I rinse my sink out the way you would
Perhaps, just maybe, you’ll see it
I’m unsure it the harvest moon or the tequila
Your mouth taste new, or just different
At the gym I’ve been going further with the barbell
“Your chest is getting bigger.” You said
Yesterday when I saw you, I felt new, or just different
When was the last time that I saw you
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