Microfiction

9/7/2016
Waldog



     I watched her among the sea
of people, a ghost from my past.
     In a previous life, I stood in
his shoes.
     When the ball dropped, they
broke into song, their voices
carrying “Auld Lang Syne” sky-
ward. I watched them embrace
as I walked away; she never
looked my way.


Auld Lang Syne by CK BLACK



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