Stranger

Member since 2002 · Posted 15 Jan 2003 · Edited 12 Nov 2003 · 3 comments

The smoky dust cloud Whips my eyes shut Just in time. I do not see you Across from me Buying a cheap bunch of carnations. As I rub my stinging eyes You pass me inconspicuously, But drop a book From your loaded worn bag. It falls open at The last page: The bittersweet end of a Melancholy romance. Where two lovers lay dead, Ruined by love.

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[7] Ranger 15-Jan-03/5:55 AM Reply

I am the stRanger (thx Caducus).
Pretty good poem!

[9] Shardik 12-Nov-03/4:04 PM Reply

Splendid.

[8] nentwined 24-May-05/6:53 PM Reply

Very interesting. Simple, with a hint of meta. I think I like.

Speaking of, perhaps there should be an "add this to your favorites" from the poem-vote page...