End of the Day
half smile starts to slip
hairline cracks around the lips
pick up the pace down
five flights she
hits the crash bar
stinging wind whips aside
all that remains
the startling cruelty of
unfinished
blurs
his gentle pale eyes in her rear view
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2007
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