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Oct 2017
No word of comfort
was given as he and she
said one more goodbye

Like a microbiologist, studious.
He cranes his neck and gaze,
and sifts through a garbage can

Full and misshapen bags clank after him.
His emergency fund
is lighter than it looks

The toilet, rebellious in my apartment today.
It's far too soon
to find this funny

Alert and darting eyes look past the drunken crowd
towards the swinging door,
and towards his phone, which remained still

The empty light shined on
pavement, but it didn't shine
on that for which I waited.

She batted her eyes and lied to me seductively.
Excited to pretend to believe her,
Alcohol and the dim light helps.

The midnight dew on this street glistens,
and the subway's winds mutely hum.
A girl scurries with her silent keys

I carved my name
in her wooden leg.
She didn't forgive me later.

With his endless arrows
Cupid amuses his narrow mind.
He's having his fun shooting blind.
Written by
Adam Schmitt  29/M/New York State
(29/M/New York State)   
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