a look,
something odd in your face
a kiss
your lips brushed mine - you seemed different
a glance,
over your shoulder - did you mean it?
a smile,
without that twinkle in your eyes
a trip,
you promised to return
a step,
onto the train - vanishing in a crowd of people
no return,
no goodbye,
not again
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Goodbyes
Posted by Morgan at 10:49 PM
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