Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2004-12-29 18:04:00

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I tried to account
all the hours I stood
at the door waiting
but I ran out of fingers.

All the songs I heard
repeated
waiting for you to appear
in the faces of the girls
who came in
looking hopeful
and foreign

Only to leave clutching
an endless wail
of dire romance movies.

I stood at the door and watched them
with their bright eyes
and pockets bulging with
an unspent future

but I never saw you there
gleaming in their stares.

Maybe love doesn't
come to celluloid anymore.
Maybe waiting here just won't do now
expecting replies
to unsent letters
and staring at them
dressed in their obvious clothes.