Something for Nothing
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
consistency (for Gr---)
Every day is a quiet apocalypse
in the hollows of another heart.
We cross paths beneath the trees --
your smile, brief, thrills me.
I remember.
You forget.
Neither is today your apocalypse,
nor an interruption in mine.
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