Friday, July 29, 2011

Alms of guilt

You approached amidst honks of impatience,
flittering from one to another to me,
your eyes scare me, floating slates of blank emotions,
your lips plead as of in a habit,
telling tales taught,
concealing pains worse,
your hands prod in anticipation,
and tug at my sleeves in impatience,
I looked the other way and
wished away as the auto sped,
your existence and the alms of my guilt.

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