A Love Story


In sadness, he said
leaning back in his chair,
we complement each other
very well
And smiled across the cluttered space
as if a question reposed there

Yes, she said as she pulled
on a glove
and saw through the window
a few trees
moved by the restless air outside
Then stood in the room as if she meant to go
shifting herself
in fear of leaving too soon

No ease at the door
No perfect choreography of touch
and touch alike
Just a stumble into embrace before parting
as friends do
with good-bye and other words
of common use


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