By Danielle dani6677@yahoo.com
Date: 26 March 2000
Marmion
Down the hall, last door on the left.
where the military bunk beds stand at attention.
where you and i sank into the floor and lips met
the smell of sweaty soccer clothes surrounding us.
with a roommate fast asleep five feet away.
that is where i lost my heart.
that is where it resides....
i stayed in that room a year later
by myself, imagining the whole inccident again.
I swear I felt you brush the hair from my face
wasn't that you?
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