Who but you? and I still cry

Who but you? and I still cry

Broke for a month—two now, nigh.

At 3am I beat the streets

Hands grasping for you, clasping at our lapse,

Clutched like the touch when we rushed

Our first late date in a state where I ate just to skate

More hours with you, boo, and a coo Jew too, who,

Not kissing wasn’t dissing but avoiding risking missing

A mended friend to send if romance is no dance.

Does shoving love like I did above

Make man weak, meek, where he will seek

For him and women to simmer unlimited,

But dimmer without your almighty shimmer?

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