Monday, December 06, 2010

Three people walked into three different rooms at three points in time.

I
He swayed into the room,
Reeking of madeira and already days old attar,
“Sometimes anger is the only currency that people understand.”

II
Out by the coffin of the old lady
He looked upon her unfeeling face,
“…and I’ll be too dead to care if eternity holds my name…”

III
His heart sank upon achieving resolution,
And the infatuation let loose its grip upon his mind,
“I cannot fool myself that it will not return, but I shall remember this moment.”

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