White Mocha in Fall
Posted in POETRY on Oct 9th, 2008 1 Comment »
It was the thrift shop, of all places;
twice, our paths crossed.
It was nippy, pure and unexpected.
Your heart poured out.
Wasn’t sure, was it compassion?
Was it amusement?
Whatever, you almost had me.
I was mesmerised.
Days, weeks, months - they went by,
I was happy.
Thought you were happy.
But building castles in the clouds,
you see, they don’t stand
and I was [...]
