it could be
10,000 years ago
that i left you.
yet i am watching that morning like it where an old film
on repeat in my mind
i can see my hand siring the coffee
pouring the sugar
and watching it spill
and disappear into the froth
twirling my spoon like a clock hand
counting down the minutes left with you.
kissing out of need and desperation
kissing a goodbye so bitter and obscure
i will not turn back
i will let the tears burn in my eyes
but i will not turn back to see
the number plate
dissipate upon the dry road.
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