Extinct


my hands held yours
remembers your voice
echoes from my jeans pockets

once held you close
now cold and distant
one chance encounter

It is true -what they say
we misunderstand the sexes
animal instincts aside.

April love is over
May just begun,
another wonder extinct.

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