Our hearts were once stapled together.
Stapled like the holes in your jeans- never perfect, but it always worked out grand.
Friends said we were oddballs because of our bizarre ways.
Like how we watched Jeopardy and ate take out after nine...
Once we were perfect.
I remember the late night encounters with the sheets and our skin.
The times we said goodnight to the sun and hello to the pillowcases.
The times we made love with words and breath.
Followed by a foreign cigarette.
Once we were beautiful.
Yesterday, I did your laundry for old times sake.
I found spare change in the pocket of your stapled jeans, so I ordered a cappuccino with two straws.
Just like you did when all we had was nickels.----
Remember when we did laundry together for the first time?
You pushed me in the cart and you hit the washing machine.
I still have a scar from the staples... It looks like a heart.
Neat right? Your name is tattooed in the middle of it.
Once we laughed.
Anyway, I just wrote to tell you