you laced on your running shoes
said you'd return real quick
that was several months ago
I haven't seen you since
that's what I get for trusting
or believing there would be more
all I can remember of you is
your yellow shirt going out that door
I haven't changed a thing here
in case you ever come back
your coffee cup sets empty
and dusty on the rack
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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