Dressed to kill I make my way

through the maze of city landscape

hand cradled in my suit pocket

stopping at the crosswalk adjusting

the knot of my tie glanced to stare

into the shiniest eyes that placed me

in the prison of her gaze that whispered

“Don’t you wish we were very far from here.”

The crowd moved us along to the next stop

parting ways, eyes meeting, we brushed hands

whispering she said; “Again tomorrow.”

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