Sunday, January 25, 2015

Immaculate


immaculate

she sits across from me, paints black on page
the coffees getting cold, the sugar sinks
we once, together, shared a room of mold
and now we share again, better I think

outside on lower road the cars drive by
inside we sit, our new acquired space
i want to ask what’s going on, to pry
but time is ticking by, the day’s a race

she’ll hate me when she sees this on my blog
and knows that I was watching her create
but I have always been here in the fog
that’s just what happens when you’re friends since eight

will we go out to eat next time she’s here

or next time bring the other musketeers


































1 comment:

dolores said...

Cool space...and of course you will watch her!:)