Crumpled, Discarded
afloat on a drifting thought
about how she turned out
to be really right
about how wrong he was
in brushing her mood away
as part of the night;
now he feels discarded
as a crumpled wrapper
there by the gutter,
desolate as the chugging
of the midnight train
muffled by the rain.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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