...walks up all by itself.
I lower my gaze, (form
a hurt lovers grimace) -
wouldn't want the rain
to come in my eyes again.
I'm not a liar, I don't claim
that I know how to read traffic signs.
Their general meaning - (for all I know) -
is one thing I do understand, though.
They're telling me,
whispering spitefully
"Don't stop moving! -
or it will happen again!"
Lips caught in tremble/
sounds not quite daring
to even stealthily creep
through between them:
"What will happen?
There is much that did this far."
But signs are made to say one thing only.
And - oh! I don't know.
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