Red

 

The stop signs

(two)

and traffic lights

(too many to count)

between his house and hers were

(considered by him to be)

impediments to the

far too few minutes and hours

that they spent together

each day

(or week or month)

but the same red

lights and signs

on his way home were like

magnets that could not keep him

(from having to leave)

but kept him closer

to her for brief

but wonderful

pauses

(in time)

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copyright 2012 Steven Harz

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