The last time I ran my fingers
through your hair,

you were as good as gone.

I could tell from your eyes
as they ran from mine

that something was wrong.

Your voice must have gotten lost
on its way out;

I didn’t hear a peep.

And in a moment meant to be
so intimate and sweet,

all I could feel
was absolutely cheap.

© Autumn Siders 2017

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