i waited at the corner
for a vocal argument
you came but did not speak to me
i questioned your intent
you shrugged and did not bother
to light your cigarette
a movie made to order
in the fog no one regrets
the hollow streets so echoed
like tapping stones together
our silence was forgotten
as we melted on the bed
the morning came securely
you left i left what’s left?
kjg 17 apr 2015
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