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By Bob Submitted by BlueDenim Date: 2001 Nov 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.17.02.20.16210]] |
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The connection doesn't last long at one in the morning, He says. He vibrates in my ear, And I know he's thinking of me. He is still chewing his lip, I know him too well. The city lights reflected in the sky Are the shade of his eyes When he is remembering. It's late again Dew drops forming on my consciousness. It's one o'clock, He says. In the back of my mind I see him Sipping on peppermint tea. The connection never lasts. I am saturated with a lingering hope. But it's getting to be that time, And I just slip away. |