We met in a dark room
Some years ago
I remember what I thought that night
When you were introduced to us
He looks strong
He must be so handsome in the light
And of course
How does he spell that foreign name of his?
To assess the present,
You're gone
And we're both advancing on our paths.
I'm sure that in the future,
We will make no further contact.
This creates no adverse effect on me.
After all this time,
As our destinies just nearly kissed,
Before dissociating as though the sand and the sea in the anticipation of a great wave,
I am left to wonder but one thing –
What did he truly think of me?
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VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoesíaVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
