Bus Stop

By | 1 August 2018

Rain and the road
Shake hands at the coffee shop.
Bus stop.
Break, shift
Like that automatic kiss
Filling bedsheets
Compressing the morning into moans
Before the sun is up
–don’t go
Back to
Fourteen years of never loved you
Six years of never knew
Three hours of this.
We cover the mirrors
And grieve for
She not dead yet.
Back from the night before
Blue circles under eyes
Shadow of touch
Keeping bare legs warm
In the rain.

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