I felt you turn from me.
I didn’t seek your return, or touch your hair,
rewind anything.
I played the records of loss,
heard about not knowing.
Fed my anger until there was another
standing there.
Our bodies were so sweet,
sweaty with sand and sun,
flesh against flesh.
Writers Ink—Writing and Stuff 
Yeah that’s a poem- a good one 😊
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Thank you. It’s so nice to hear kind words. I do appreciate it and will check out your site as well.
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Your welcome and I only ever speak the truth
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