She kissed me goodbye,
On my cheeks,
And closed the door with a shy matter of fact smile.
Don’t ask me how thats done.
Only her knows how she does it.
As I stood in front of the mahogany door,
I had the thought I had been having for the whole year we had being together.
I wished I could infuse to her, love.
I loved her.
I told her, but it was her shy matter of fact smile I always got.
One never realized that you hadn’t gotten any candid thing from her
Until it was time to leave.
I wish there was a drug, or something,
That I could take,
Inject it to her,
And let her begin to show feelings.
She say she feels, but I don’t know.
With a last long stare at her fine brown carved door,
She sat on the floor,
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