you almost call,
almost text, or e mail.
your fingers
itch,
almost pulling the trigger
to just say hello,
how are you,
let's get together and put
the past behind us.
I miss you. but you don't.
you put the emotional
gun back into the holster
and ride out of town.
another sun rises, another
sun goes down.
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
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