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It was your knock

You said goodbye.

But you’d been saying goodbye for two weeks so I didn’t mind.
The door slammed
but I didn’t mind.

Good morning to myself
I´m alone
again.
Our side of the bed
Is now my side of the bed.

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categories: Short Stories
Sunday 06.11.17
Posted by Luis Rodriguez
 

Her last cigarette

Out in the sobering cold,
I asked for a cigarette, you knew I wanted more.
I asked you three times so you said:
“What are you looking for?”
I didn´t answer. I smiled.

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categories: Short Stories
Sunday 06.04.17
Posted by Luis Rodriguez