Wednesday, November 10, 2010


two sat there
had their mysterious memories shared
burried ?
edge to edge
their elbows touching
refusing to let go
but still
one, quieter than the other
paid the bill
and run off
as one should_

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I've recently had this experience, never thought I'd be reading a poem about it- at least I think so; nice one Setty.

Mefisto, Austin Texas