Who Is Still Counting Pi Anyway?
4.20.2007
Unkept
He walked,
Tie undone around his shoulders,
As they dispersed into the night,
He noticed the fading sky,
With the beginnings of that cream-tipped crescent,
Mouthing her name,
He could not speak in the face of headlights,
He could not speak.
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