Sunday, January 22, 2012

3

I

Rush hour, traffic rush
I obliged on an impulse
Rush hour, time slows down

II

I met, we met. Us.
Dinner and gifts we gave to
Each other's eyes, look.

III

Time to cut the rope
That pulls us together, then.
Finality. Closed.

When the sun lights up the sky for a new morning.
It is the beginning of a new ending.


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