Thursday, 13 January 2011

The Sad Night

Is this how a revolution happens?

A kiss on the hand
the quiet betrayal
history unravelling
through the tender gesture.

Lucky coincidence
the right man in the right year
mistaken for a god
you made a history of us.

I was to blame.
An untuned radio
through the longest night.
Dead within a matter of days
retreat and return.

This is how a revolution happens.

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