Spent most of the night teasing you.
Winding you up like
a jack-in-the-box.
Waited for you to explode.
But you didn't.
And that's probably a
good thing.
You sent me home
out your door.
It had gotten colder,
and my shoes click, click, clicked
across the sidewalk as I left.
Lyle, your creepy neighbor,
waved as I walked past.
It is a good thing.
I couldn't have dealt with
the aftermath.
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