Solitary grey man dances
with a red umbrella,
feigning freedom outside
Edwards’ wine bar.
Summer dresses cling and
blur through rainy glass.
The scathing edge of rejection’s
glancing blow bleeds
flirtation to a bitter end.
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forget me now 
deepest thanks to both of you, absolutely and scribe …
What absolutely said.
Very succinct again whilst depicting and communicating so much. Plus there is so much music again in the language used.
Very, very nice.
oh, this captures a moment in a small trickle of words. bittersweet.