The Aftermath
- nova0715
- Oct 6, 2014
- 1 min read
We would always turn our backs
And their spines look the same
No matter what woman it was
Getting dressed again
For what?
A dragged out goodbye
A hug
An exchange of numbers
Interests
First names
It seems odd but the alternative
Is so cold, so "manly"
Yet, most never really mind
The coldness, the bravado
It has become a normality
Next outing
And Christ, I pray there is none
I'll be sure to wear layers
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