this time

There is a coffee stain on the hem of my favorite dress that

reminds me of you.

Already it’s too long until I see you again–

in the still quiet hours long after midnight has

come and gone,

I whisper your name to the streetlights and

to the flowers asleep in the shadows

as I walk home alone.

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