Saturday, March 26, 2011

Sophia

The conversation we had this time felt more than shooting the breeze.
It felt more than meaningless small talk in between our activity.
We talked about life and death and other serious things;
You made a comment about our parting last time and being worried about me.
You lingered even though...I said it's time to go.
And even then, you still wanted me.

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