Tuesday, September 16, 2008


my hypothesis was a goodbye kiss
at the step to your front door
instead a hug and peck I got
that left my cheek feeling kinda sore

I reached deep into my pockets

pacing down the cobble stone lane
but turning them empty inside out
I found only lip balm and change

it was a smoke I hoped most to retrieve

being the only console I knew to relieve
my mind sighing for sake of my weak heart ache
and the brake in my momentum
of your hand I intended to take

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