If We Met in a Crowded Room

by

You sit and stare

at me from

across the room,

a vile smile upon your face,

a sneer at the very least

I sit under the mantle,

my arms crossed,

eyes cold and

countenance set

We glare at each other

through the crowded room
People meander around

our cold gazes,

challenging each of them

But as he walks over to me and

takes my hand,
and as she drapes herself

upon your person,
our attentions are shifted,

our alliances now in clear view
We move away f rom the

embedded hatred

and force ourselves to deal.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at FATHER
by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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