old crumpled, gathered Love notes I half see being swept up swirling like discarded leaves scraping the pavement down into shadows and hollows through meadows and puddles and murky sewers faded little things line the afternoon lawn in piles of the forgotten You never saw me leave but then, you never saw me at all I can see the day behind me the last fingers of light stretch now across the street and into the corners of an afternoon stroking the piles of nothing fingers through a lovers hair searching for acceptance I feel a faint draft and close the window
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