Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Tonight

(Or, misapprehensions of a desolate lover)

Tonight,
I don't mean the world to you.
Acquaintance.
Common talk.
Like common salt on your dining table.
But, my love,
A night will come
Silent of them all,
When you will think of me
While writing your next poetry.

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