He shrugged it on,
It being the hug of a coat
found in the middle of a rail
amongst other men's shirts.
Heavy, the collar gently chafed
the back of his neck
cleaving to its materials.
The weight of another man's coat
Hanging from his shoulders.
In the veggie cafe, He sits infront of her, Telling her like it all is, Like she doesn't know. He thinks she looks revolutionary, Ki...
No comments:
Post a Comment