Tuesday, 10 January 2012

A Chance encounter

We met that cold night
as estranged friends.
Chance encounter,
a winter between us,
solace in cigarettes,
courtesy smiles,
hollow banter.


Perhaps we should believe
in Santa Claus
to gift us back
our stolen words.
The cold steel city
gets to us all;
even
children of the warm metropolis.

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