She kept her heels on.
Then was gone.
Her scent lingered on fingers.
While she smiled
At an envelope
With no name
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K Morris - Poet 
I find these poems of bought love very sad, Kevin. But probably also true.
I like this one.
I agree with you that they are sad, Vivienne. But, as you say, they are also true.
Many thanks for commenting.
Kevin
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Many thanks for sharing this poem of mine, Michael. Kevin
Always with a great pleasure, Kevin! xx Michael
I agree with your comments. Can not say it better. xx Michael
Many thanks for commenting, Michael. All the best. Kevin
Thank you as well, for very intersting andfunny poetry, Kevin! Enjoy a nice evening! xx Michael
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Many thanks for the kind share of my poem. Kevin