Untitled No. 3
poem
And there, in the glint
of a neon diner,
her eyes locked tight with mine
There, in that moment,
none looked finer,
her lips a perfect line.
And I, none the wiser,
fell madly in love
with Time.
And there, in the glint
of a neon diner,
her eyes locked tight with mine
There, in that moment,
none looked finer,
her lips a perfect line.
And I, none the wiser,
fell madly in love
with Time.