When I’m lonely
And feel like
Cashing in my chips,
When I’m melancholy
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The image of brushing hair in front of a mirror work so well in this poem. I also liked the Autumn street lights and can imagine the colors of the falling leaves. The poem also flows so well and gave me just enough information for me to form pictures in my head. Well done! 10 Karin Anderson
your voice still quivering when you talk about her.. if that isn't heart-wrenching, I don't know what is... or maybe, yearning to see her brushing her hair again...