Friday, 25 April 2014

In passing, your seats got wet.

in passing, your seats got wet.

in passing, I saw you
framed in the green of the car door,
you sat,
elbows on knees
hands wrapped together.
you wept,
shoulders shaking
oblivious to the passing traffic.
your tie was skew,
your shoelace undone
as you sat outside the funeral parlour
in the rain.
your seats got wet.

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