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We drove towards the weekend, and away, and talked insignificant things and even less insignificant people. Rain trickled down, mid-winter, curled the edges of my hair fogged your glasses, and I kept fidgeting. One stop more you’d glance to check, we’d say our good byes, hurry, before the doors close. |
I really enjoyed this poem. I loved the imagery and how you allowed the reader to build their own narrative. Just enough detail; just enough distance. Thank you.| Posted on 2016-02-04 00:00:00 | by closetpoet | [ Reply to This ] | There is a lot of life in this short and sweet write. I liked it. It was lively. | | Posted on 2016-01-29 00:00:00 | by Ramneet | [ Reply to This ] | |