Tuesday, February 01, 2005

The Promise

   "hey, how ya doin'..."
   With her light touch on my forearm and that beautiful smile, with the glint in her eyes, a promise. A promise of glory, of intimacy, of closing the door on the world behind us, and then sweet oblivion.

   "ok, better, it has been a hard January..."
   Sometimes it all seems so easy, just let the world disappear as you dissolve the distance between each other and become the one true essence.

   "um, I gotta run...I'm on the clock." 
   Another smile, even more beautiful, and then the spell is broken. The promise remains unfulfilled. We both know better anyway.

   " see ya..."

By Professor Batty


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