Things she left behind.
Cold.I'm walkin down a wet street.
The sky's a dark grey-purple.
Gentle wisps of the cold wind flow past me,
touching my skin like soft hands of a transient being.
A fleeting smile, fading as she walks backwards and away from me..up the wet street,
and all I do is walk away too/ backwards / step by step / no hand raised in goodbye,
only a smile that she passed me by.
posted by liquid @ 9:27 AM
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