Spilled Salt. By BGZ.

Hey! Come back!
How can you say "I Love You" and use it as an exit line
Thrown over your shoulder to fall like spilled salt on the floor?

Come back so I can tell you I love you too
And how I want to take you in my arms
And cover your face with kisses.

No - better not.
I haven't the courage
And it's not fair for us to do anything
Of which our mothers would disapprove!

Still ... quietly, I say "Come back"
But she's already gone.
Do not forget though, my love
I heard what you said
And things can never be quite the same.

Winamop Poetry

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