a G o N y

North campus                                                                                            3:30 am 14/03/2012

Of preaching

Of not reaching

Of a torn page drifting on the street

Of stains on a white sheet

Of a call on hold

Of a story half told

Of frozen desires

Of flat tyres

Of settling down

Of a highway town

Of coffee gone cold

Of growing old

Of a badly colored wall

Of an empty stall

Of a word spelled wrong

Of a badly written song

Of a climax foretold

And a lie so bold

‘For the ones who brought me closer to the impossibility and integrity of love.’

eMONK