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Mar 292015
 

by Billy Harfosh

 

We never signed up for this

But this is what we have

Crossing paths

In the shadows of our former reflections

Now,

I drink and when I drink

I laugh at the gods

Now,

You, full of yourself and your heated leather seats

And your shiny jewels

And we used to share

The shadows of our former reflections

 

No one here to chronicle

This rare encounter

No one but your eyes

And my eyes

And now,

I stare at you

Remembering the shadows of our former reflections

 

For this

And only this

I plead guilty