It was the shortest kiss in history
but my toes curled and spine tingled
and it opened up your mystery.
Now it’s been two weeks,
plus twenty-six hours
seventeen minutes since we brushed lips
and I miss you like you were mine.
I’ve been drawing your eyes for days
my margins curve into your smiles,
because I miss the way it felt
when I told them you were with me.
Now it just hurts too much
to talk to you like it never happened,
because that was the happiest I’ve been
since I don’t know when,
and I can’t see you the same,
like any other girl I’ve kissed,
‘cause your kiss meant something more to me,
and I can never let you know.
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