where yesterdays are all boxed up & neatly put away.

ripped off one of the emails that his class circulated.

Random evil at the car park. A soul’s mark
Indelibly caressing rough stones witnessing the deed
This was no fulfilment of a plot
For none could possibly have contrived to hurt
A Man who did no harm.

Gentle mild mannered inoffensive Anna
So grievously laid to rest
My anger surges but all I have is the desolation
Of unexpressed platitudes.

Regrets swirl within an unedifying mist
Last weekend’s untaken opportunity
Derived from an assumption of permanence
Now not to be had again.

:(

posted by meishi @ 3:40 AM