Pick me up, I’ll wait outside

between a rock

and a hard closing date.

In flux,

it’s a thing we do and odds are

both parties survive.

But it’s true,

people go.

When it ends, the hurt—

if any—

has no agenda but truth.


you do it again,

like a sweet brief dream.

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