Another way to stay away
leaving me on the side of
a road near an empty parking lot;
a cost I lost count, struggling to breathe.
The fractured streetlights blinked
off my frigid coat like a strobe light.
The first time we met in a dive bar, dancing
under a strobe light, shuffling our feet
through a flood of vulnerabilities.
If I knew how it’d edge to a halt,
I’d still have bought a drink
for your friend instead.
(© 2022 AC)
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