Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: May 14, 2009
Faded blue jeans
draped over the bedroom chair
Sunlight
washing the room
in a brilliant yellow glow
She sits up
suddenly
alert
quickly gathering
her articles of clothing
haphazardly strewn of the floor.
What? Where are you going?
He asks,
Once he notices
there’s no longer
an arm stretched across his chest
I can’t do this anymore
she yells,
unable to repress
her anger–
and disappointment.
She was such a fool
to think this
would lead somewhere.
The racy [...]
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