Sawdust & Sweat & Shouldawouldacoulda’s

A man got on the bus this morning and
when his eyes met mine I was struck by
how much they looked like yours and
when he passed me I was shocked to find
the familiar scent of a mixture of sawdust
and sweat that will always bring me back
to you and the moment when you dropped
to one knee and asked if I’d stay beside you
always, even though your hands were dirty
when you fumbled with the ring and there
were wood chips falling out of your hair.


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