Saturday, April 18, 2009

Confession

In the corner of a bookstore,
One unmemorable evening,
I walked by a coffee table book
As a stranger stirred behind it.

I wished it was you.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

So very nostalgic.

Anonymous said...

unmemorable evenings..
unforgettable memories...
moments uncountable..
all in waiting..
waiting in silence..