Sunday, April 14, 2013

'am I not allowed?'

She once came and stopped
And her soft eyes she just dropped
And in a hushed tone
Sought
Permission...
To mutter a few words...
Like
'am I not allowed? Here?'

He heard those words
Soft
Demurred
And he tried to tell
Her something...
But
The whistle blew...
And the guns fired shots in the air perhaps...
So time elapsed...

But
He left a small note
Words that stuck into his throat...
'you may...
As you think...
And may not...
If the passageway is too full of crowd...'

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