“little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and I won't blame you, as I drive along the shore alone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, as the living does not arrive as the dead do not leave, I won't blame you, instead I will remember the kisses our lips r…”— Charles Bukowski, allpoetry.comTagged: Love, romance, memories from the past love, Past Love, Lovers