Saturday, July 4, 2015

I can't even remember what he looks like, he's now

a wink, a shrug,
a sound, a hug,
a waiting,

a look, a shirt,
a scent, a hurt
abating,

a kiss, a sneeze,
a bunch'of memories
still inundating

but now not a trace
of the eyes, the face
that
did
the
real
baiting.

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