Wednesday, April 9, 2003

nothing more, i swear

she startles in front of me,
and i find myself trying
not to become her past.
i overcome emotions
with mere iron will
swing into place
the deadened smile
i will not languish
after you.

she comes to brush my shoulder
with her fingertips,
telling me she
saw me from far away
uneasy smile
beautiful skirt, face, body.
i turn and walk away.

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