decline
bruj:
he expected it
echo of empty
rooms wood floors
mocking his solitary footsteps
making way across darkness to window
guided by streetlight glowing earnestly through
note taped like a cliche in a bad movie curling between
but unlike that and just like her no words written; paper enough
sentiment implied; she knew he would understand which ones she
would select to mean good bye
for good
(this time)
© K J G F Poetry 2010 ۞
