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By Ali Date: 2004 Apr 19 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.19.18.05.5796]] |
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I moved a strange grace, walking Into the room as if you weren't there. I almost believed myself, but then I caught an old smile--once again, I looked only to see you looking. It struck me that the cycle stands still, Undisturbed, as if the moment had yet to part. Later, I remembered the limbo In which we lie, deceptively aware, And yet unaware of the shifting truth-- Each angle holds a different charm. Politeness lingered on friendless, But it wasn't meant to last--somehow The song slipped to memory, pooling In the unspoken silence, only to create A heartfelt disaster. It's all relative, And incomplete--we're told that nothing Stays the same, but it's merely the heart Which oft refuses to know the change. |