He closed the window
that she opened again wide.
A man in the street below
played his guitar
but it wasn't the blues
or country and western songs
and she listened.
Two lovers kissed at the street corner
ready for more
but they'd smoke their cigarettes first.
Back in her room
it was turning cold
and she would undress
as bitterly as before.
I like this. It is melancholic, yet enigmatic.
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