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the last time I saw you 

I think in Abilene 

you were sick, the time went quick 

and it was a messy scene 

a month goes past, 

you don't call or text 

I spill all my blues

because I am vexed

you read the words, 

hit a key to delete 

text one right back 

that isn't so sweet

so that's what I'm doing

I'm hitting delete

those words summed it up 

I'm getting over it

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License