Thursday, 13 January 2011

That Evening

The young man left
the door wide open,
warmed up a cold floor
made a space a home.

And I gave you
my heart
although you never asked
and we didn't touch.

Well of course it's a lie
because our job is illusion
and all of this time
our lives have been passing.

Now I feel something missing.
It's much too late and I
couldn't get back if I tried.

A bottle of coke
and your sweet mouth in passing
and all that lost time spent
avoiding what's missing.

That evening
you left open every door
and made me ready to walk through.

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