someone you used to know
and love
is at the door. you can see
the top of her head
through the peep hole.
you see nothing in her
hands, no plate of cookies,
no gun. so you open
the door and say
hi, what are you doing
here. I've come to make
amends, she says,
may I come in. sure,
sure, you say. come in.
an hour later, after making
love in the bedroom, she
says. I better leave
now. I just had to know
for sure, if we should
truly end things, or
begin again. you say, and?
i'm not sure she says.
we'll see. we'll see.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
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