Where did I love you,
let me count the ways, winding into the cities
over a castle's hedge, at the edge of the universe
when I lacked sleep and prayed for insomnia never to reach you
in an old town, we knew by birth
while we looked for a brown leather bag and begged the day not to leave
on the rooftop of a very tall building
where falling means for once, actually breaking a bone
between the metro stations in a busy city
that sent down rain the day you forgot to enter its gates
on a flight homeward
over a war-zone, passing with each breath a prayer
on a swing
that played our destiny by the glasses of wine drunk
this is a small list of insignificant places I loved you
like all women, places don't matter
when its hero lived in a corner
sometimes covered, sometimes uncovered in the heart.
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