Thursday, November 13, 2008

Illusions of Importance


HIM - When love and death embrace


Illusions of Importance

by JeromeProphet

Your smiling face looks out from the crumpled page
My coffee cup marks the edges and I feel guilt
You are history to be forgotten despite our vows
Of honor and remembrance

You were busy shadows, an unknown name, fleeting faces in other places.
I thought I recognized you, but probably not
it was just a thought.

I wad up the paper, and toss it into the garbage
it falls to the side
I didn't spend the time to read your story
And now it is too late

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