Sunday, 18 April 2010.

so we look into the past
of a disintegrated world
until it's like the people
whom we used to be
are crying out to us
through a thin layer of time
and I can see so clearly
who you were
that it resonates within the person that I am

and I'm selfish, more so than you
see how I claim the title for my own
with greed and pride, these vices
radiating porcupine-prickly outwards
pushing you away until you leave,
a vacuum
where you stood just a second before
and all I'd need for happiness eternal
is someone else's and never mine?

this is the third poem
for the third person never to set foot here
nor cyber-light silicon tread
the third meandering clipped not-sonnet
of half an idea with a dedication
to the smile I can see in your eyes

{ 9:43 pm }