break
by Rene Foran
what's the matter?
his words
hung
mid air mingling
with the late afternoon
shuffle and dust
take my hand
she exhaled
deflating the inevitable
i can't anymore
i just seem to be stuck
is all
she poured the
bone colored
grit into her coffee
watching
as it turned a lighter shade of
resignation
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Nicely done. Has enough space to breathe.
What Sam did and Gary said. *
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Thank you for reading & letting me know what you think,Sam, Gary, Mathew & Charlotte. I appreciate the feedback.
"the late afternoon / shuffle and dust"
Great phrase!
Thank you, Bill