me color
the time came - the call was made to add your departure (to the list)you needed to pee
i signalled the cab driver
to wait - index finger held high
he knew what i meant - smiled
turned his head straight
holding the door open with one bare foot
down the stairs you travelled all too quick
a kiss
door closed
i entered the bathroom: there you were
under the sheets: again i find you
gone and i can breath
Poetry by Aaron Jon Wells
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Written on 2006-06-27 at 12:26
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