Sometimes a Girl Comes Along, Thinking You Said Hi
Sometimes a girl comes along, thinking you saidhi to her. You didn't but you did
and then she sits near you, two proper
books and a magazine.
But you decide to talk anyway,
because that's what your red meat is made of.
It's delightful, prospective.
And then the sun shines too much
and she walks away. Not because she can see
you or through you, but because
there are nice ways to pine and say goodbye.
Sometimes you just come along.
Poetry by Vincent Caruso
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Written on 2009-03-09 at 23:50
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