un-lost

they say he takes it from you,
like a ticket stub, only he receives the ride
but it wasn’t like that.
warm, with orange blossoms circling the room
dim light: but enough to say, “i love you”
enough to see his eyes
and his skin
fingers in his hair, it wasn’t the best
but it was him
and i didn’t lose anything

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