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A Gap

Updated on December 11, 2016
Photo by George Hodan
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He stands outside and

the windows hide all the lies

He starts the car and

the dark clouds start to cry

I think that’s real love

He's gotten really far

Goes to the liquor store

where bottles conceal the truth

The calendar is what

he usually likes to buy,

and he takes a chug

That's why he's in a fog

The man in black

tells him that he's fighting

The flowers of

the garden are all dying

I think that's real love,

but he's kind of gone

She's a teen and I know why he's lying

She's like a queen and I know why he's crawling

It's never too far,

and I think that's real love

He drove his car

over to her apartment

He reaped his shame

and she let him wear the crown

I think it's near dawn,

and she licked on his frown

He went outside

when the clouds where all cluttered

A window now between the two

He laughed and then he left her

I think that's real love

He's gotten too far

Check out the book where this poem is from!


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