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Part IV. The Return Ticket

by Uriel Tovar

i broke down
the walls last night
and gave in
to that sweet sin of penance
telling him the way you
held me like
he could only wish to hold me
i told him about
the way
you kissed
me
after i told you
about him.

he looked through me
and i saw you
so i left.

the station was dark
but it wasn't raining--
it was humid.
it wasn't as dramatic as i wanted.
i was cold
or just alone,
i wasn't impressed with myself.

i guess i wanted him to beg
or you to be there
but the only one who
would talk to me
offered me a service
in exchange for my dignity.

08/24/2005

Posted on 08/25/2005
Copyright © 2020 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristine Briese on 02/26/11 at 01:06 AM

CJ's word is right: concise. It's short and to the point, without losing any of its beauty.

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