togo1925 56M
51 posts
3/14/2006 2:16 pm

Last Read:
4/7/2006 6:28 pm


Hello, how are you?
She said in passing.
Not worth a damn,
But thanks for asking.

And how are you,
On this beautiful day?
Though I don’t give a fuck
How you feel, either way.

And so we pass
With nothing gained,
And nothing lost,
So nothing’s changed.

She goes her way
And I go mine
Until we meet
At suppertime.

A few more hours
Of careless inquiries
And several
Meaningless pleasantries.

Then we’ll part for the night
To the very same bed,
Where nothing is suggested
And nothing is said.

And tomorrow it’s certain
This scene will replay,
As we go through the motions
Of dying this way.

togo1925 03/14/2006

sassybelle21 33F  
13313 posts
3/14/2006 2:54 pm


togo1925 56M

3/14/2006 6:06 pm

"Replay", hummm, nothing like what I had in mind, but I kind of like it!

If I get a few more responses, then maybe we'll put it to a vote!

togo1925 56M

3/22/2006 3:14 pm

Yeah, right! A few more responses, sure, check's in the mail.

So, due to lack of interest. Sassy wins! My poem will be named "Replay".

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