Two Kisses.
You bring me food the way I like,
extra cheese, no pickles, a Coke on ice—
small gestures that whisper you still know me.
Then you ask for two kisses,
and I give them,
because they’re soft, familiar,
a language we never forgot.
But afterward, I’m left holding questions,
wondering if your lips
are a promise
or just a memory
you’re not ready to let go.
Two kisses—
and I feel both warmth and ache,
a reminder that closeness
doesn’t always mean return.
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