'Tell me about her...'
She demanded, it was after the conference;
she saw us talking and I haven't told her about you, or us.
'What do you want to know?'
I asked carefully not willing words to come out just yet
'I don't know, everything?'
'We'd lose the whole day.'
'Then tell me one thing, the most important one.'
I looked at her, my mind suddenly empirically
analyses all data on my computer brain as you call it.
I sighed defeated.
I failed to sum you up in one word.
So I gave in.
I looked at her with all honesty I could muster.
'She's my everything.'
And the anticipation dissipate on the thin line of her lips
My reflection in her eyes disappeared
Her love somehow magically drop
'Is.'
She cleared as she walk away from me.
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RomanceLike the ships in the night that we are. This is what happens After we say goodnight. As we succumb in the safety of our quilts under the moonlight. -Compilation of Poetry-
