I'm not sure but I think
the first time I woke up
with you was the first time
I ever really woke up
at all
there is a shade of gold
that is reserved for the lamp
light we gave off at five-o-clock
in the morning, wine glasses in hand,
shushing each other about
the things we are afraid of, and
leaning in close
and when you break my heart
I will try to remember that
it was my idea
to give it to you
in the first place
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