“OUR LAST KISS GOODBYE”

You returned to collect what was left
With her in the car downstairs
Your shredded clothes.
Your CD’s with microwave coating.

Then you could tell I loved you
Then you could tell I cared
If we cannot be lovers, your logic reasoned,
we cannot be friends.

The look on your face
At our last kiss goodbye
I’ll treasure beyond the day I die.
Fuck you.

15-09-00

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