Help! I need a title for this poem. What do you think?
Our good-bye kiss: passionate, though public
(Near a statuesque woman in pink shorts).
I sashayed down the long walk to my car,
felt his eyes caress my splendid black hat,
my long swaying dress, my vibrant body.
Behind me, he spoke.
I pivoted to reply, only to catch his
conversation with that other woman.
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