Closed she said, well not with words
It was more that look, stream of silence
Eyes turning darker
Smile disappearing
Arms folded
Stance determined
I thought it would come to this
After the last night we had
Unintentional, it seemed
Deep down we knew.
***
Quadrille #101: What’s Neither Closed Nor Cancelled? Poetry.
The Bag Lady 
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