You showed up, poker-faced, solemnly impressive,
a phantom lay heavy on you;
I said, "Hello," and something got changed:
There's just a momentary, hardly noticeable flash
as you mumbled something deep...
Then you just stood there with a cigarette you'd lit
looking sorf of abandoned -- I didn't dare say a word,
and this I regret.
The Shadow of Gloom © Ladanseuse
Written on 8. 12. 2005
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