September

You left your jacket

Slumped on the back

Of an old parked car

It’s leather strewn

Across a black roof

As you told me

My own truth

 

I wanted to take

You to my home

And have you speak them

Into my ear

But you said no

Maybe later

Lets go slow

 

Your jacket stayed there

We both forgot

I went back later

Hoping I could

Take it to you

But you weren’t there

Life’s unfair

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About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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2 Responses to September

  1. Love this. Very visual.

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