She certainly
made it hard
to leave.
Without a
doubt
she was
girlfriend
material.
Cute.
Lovable
a great set
of legs,
smooth
skin
and warm
thin
wet lips.
The kind of girl
you want
to follow
around with
an 8mm
film camera
and make home
movies
in the backyard.
It tore me
up
that
I had
to leave
remembering
how much
I’d cried
last time
I’d left
Toronto.
This was
proof
that it didn’t
always
feel
good
to do the
right thing.
But I
had to
be true
to myself.
As much
as I loved
the city
and really
dug her
I wasn’t quite
ready to settle
places
to be
things to
see
waterfalls
and the
open
country air.
She’d be
another name
on
a long
list
of girls
who’d
tried
unsuccessfully
to get me
to stay.
Same old
story.
Another city
another poem
another disappointed
woman.
And me
feeling
like a
bastard.
Edward Austin Robertson
Nuclear Polio Vaccination 
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