Next time we meet,

let’s keep our clothes on.

We never needed to get naked
To love one another. Only
Our mutual presence
Used to be enough

Let’s try the next time around
Even if by then
You will surely be loving
Someone else and I
Just grooming a memory

Our outfits won’t stop me craving the scent
Of your skin and your absolutely loathing
Of even the sight of me

As by the next time we meet, I’ll probably be
The one standing silently in the corner
And you the one looking around
For somebody that isn’t me

So next time we meet
Let’s make it less about
Ourselves and more about
Life in general or even
The slight chance of joy

(In response to Mike Essig’s writing prompt)

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