My State Of Mind

Wednesday, 27 April 2005

THE RUDE KILOMETRE

 The kilometer ignored me

Then the long mile

Began to dislike me

Minutes became an hour

Weeks became a fortnight

Then the hour hand stopped

Mist covered my window

Time covered my memory

Her smile disappeared

Then her face started to fade away

Her voice had already died out.

I couldn't remember

Any moments we shared

Or any soft words

She whispered into my ears.

She vacated from my dreams

All I could recall

Was her name