Tuesday, 18 October 2011


Something she said,
so slowly, it was the sound
of asking without a question,
and I asked my own
in not speaking, being her stranger
and she just someone passing too;
but on reflection, we might have
survived the impasse had she
suggested more substance than sighs,
more sass in the supposing, and
I too could have sustained a
dialogue that enlarged.
She saw something in me; I
suspected too much in silence.


  1. I like this-full of intrigue. Is it a recent one and what inspired it? T

  2. Ooh! The intrigue continues...!?!