Thursday, 17 April 2014

Part XVI

All night long those words
Staged in my head
Dented, unmapped

Not a moment cameoing
Into another

Or the way she
Suddenly vanished

But those words
Glittering in the breeze

As the doors shut
Pausing then retreating
Like tin foil on teeth

When you warned me
To stay away

All the way to the following day
When I saw you again
Going home
And I asked you again
What did you mean?,

To which you responded
You had no idea
What I was talking about

No idea.

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