lately,
i shifted away.
i can't run away from ---
i can only shift.
that is good enough for me.
went to see the exhibition.
there she was, busy typing away on her laptop,
at this little metal typist desk.
i smiled at her, she smiled back.
i went on to look at the drawers.
these little rooms.
you want to be in there, believe me.
away from the rain,
the noise, the hurt.
where are the owners?
i walked over and she stood up.
"karen?" she asked.
we've only met once, and she remembered me.
i praised her metal table instead of her works,
she didn't mind and told me she found it in her dad's office.
she raised her hands and said
"i saw it and i said success!"
small talks and she's off to Amesterdam.
she said, her face tired from smiling too much at the opening,
"come visit me and i'll make you small dinner."
we waved goodbye.
i found comfort in both her drawers and her words.
walking to my car, i looked up to see the moon.
the dimly-lit street where the moon is looking down at.
and i -------------------------------------------------------
---------------------------------shifted.
reader k | 1/10/2006 12:50:00 PM |
