I can tell by the slant
of your smile
and the fading light in your eyes
that you didn't wait for me
the sound of my name
echoing down the hallway
wedges into my weak spots
caressing me
like your fingertips
I didn't know I could ride the train
to the beach
until last night
It is cold here
Author notes
This one is actually based on a short story I'm working on which is based on a story my friend wrote which is based on something else....
Constructive criticism is more than welcome on this and on any of my poems. Seriously. I'm not just saying that. Really.
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