Bewteen You and Me: I

An abstract evening
Lungs drew in
The smell of dusk:
Vehicular exhaust
Fuming oil
And extra brewed tea too

On the side walk
You allowed me to hold your hand

We jumped from one side walk to the other

Won't you hold mine, I asked
But I allowed you to hold mine...
You replied contemplating
Your next step...

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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