around her
as we cross the street.
i take
her hand.
she looks
at me.
i look away.
too soon, i think.
and let go,
release.
maybe tomorrow,
maybe
the next time,
maybe
some other day.
we shall see.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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