In and Out of Pity
I will never forget how
sad he looked
under his silly,
massive hat,
jacket on,
shoes in his hands,
waving at my peephole
as I yelled,
"Goodbye,"
for the fifth time
through my door.
I will never forget how
sad he looked
under his silly,
massive hat,
jacket on,
shoes in his hands,
waving at my peephole
as I yelled,
"Goodbye,"
for the fifth time
through my door.
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