Delilah Miller - Another Stop Sign

As a habit I run fast, whenever I run,
whether its to the end of the block or into a dorm.

If I stay still now, I could your cinnabun,
And the flavor of cinnamon entices me,
its taste as old and warm
as the feeling of your sleeping breath
when I lie next to your nutmeg body.

Love could be another stop sign I jog past
but looking at you, my lungs have nothing left.

Delilah Miller

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