MEMORIES OF GREENWICH VILLAGE IV


You said goodbye,

slinging that heavy bag over your shoulder.

I sat in the chair, still smelling you.

I got dressed and left, walking passed the doorman who said hello.
He probably said hello to you as you left.
In the street, dirty cabs drove by.

And delivery trucks somehow continued to deliver. 

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                   --Published in Aguilar Expression