The Girl Who Sashayed Home

She smiled as she sashayed home

For more than as long as she could hope to feel that this would last

Not fake and false as in the past but real so you’re free to feel

Without being armed with caution

To protect from weeks of tears and Sunday night fears

He cautiously grinned at his garden gate

Knowing well the reason lay in the hands of someone else’s heart

And already it hurt him to be apart

As he felt for the last time alone

Thinking about the girl who sashayed home


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