2011-50

You walk
away, boots
slapping puddles,
your raincoat wind-
wrapped, twisted like
black and broken
wings.

If I could,
I would turn
back, stay a
minute longer,
grab another
cup of coffee,
but-

would even that
be enough?



Poetry by Minhocao
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Written on 2011-10-23 at 21:16

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