how many of us?

I was talking

to a slammed door

wait

I have more to give

always too late

too little

I guess

she had made the move

accepting that there was

nothing but words

to come

& no phone call

tearstained letter

flowers chocolates

plushies with bows

other romantic guff

could create conversation

re open that slammed door

& how many of us

take the time

think all that over

take the lumps coming

take another bus?

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