11 : Bittersweet

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when you finished,
you left.

you only took your shoes.
not the jacket.

you didn't want the jacket.
i understood.
i wondered if you were still with him.

i hoped you weren't,
for your sake.

i put a twenty dollar bill on the table.
before i left i picked up the bag.
when i stood,
i saw it,
a single paper crane.
laying right where you were sitting.

i picked it up,
and left.

when i was home i read it.

inside my jacket,
is a pack of cigarettes.
don't smoke them,
but keep it.
to remember me.
p.s.
i do like black coffee.
it's bittersweet.

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