poems

I

I

03/06/2017

I polished my act.

Pressed my suit.

Sprayed my cologne.

Chiseled my face.

Cleaned the car.

Crisped my shirt.

Sucked a mint.

Walked with confidence.

Smiled deeply with warmth.

Looked you in the eyes.

Fell deeper than I could have ever imagine.

I never forgave myself.

©G.P Williamson 2017

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