ironing the work shirt
i wore
and you "loved"
-
it doesn't feel right
to be
hungover
from white wine
on the train into work
after you've flown home
-
standing at the station
where i almost got the train
on the day i took you
to the airport
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
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