she was nothing but a silhouette.

her life once vivid- colored by dream and ambition has been blackened by a past too present still.

knocking on the doors of high rises and hotel rooms, carrying her treasured heels into the vapid mist of a sleeping city.

her figure even out of the mist is the only thing to make out still.

emptiness travels in her bones and loneliness is a dear friend.

by rare occurrence of special characters, she becomes illuminated and her appearance is said to be of an angel.

these special characters, men with their reassuring smiles, and kodak promises- and their shortcomings of wives, flirtings and lies make her short-lived sparkle dim.

she allows disappointment to counsel her and guide her deeper into shadow.

the silhouette is the tragic girl now

Shy textings
Nervous flirtings

Clock ticking
Palms sweating

It all seemed too slow
Until you're not a wreck
And told me the fact.

Questions popping
Hearts drumming

Yet,
You're a wreck all over again.

Because you forgot the question.

But I answered "yes."
"Yes, I do want to go out with you".

Because I like wrecks, just like you.

Lawrence Hall, HSG
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                    Do You Deliberately Disrupt My Dreams?

                               Cf. Shakespeare’s Sonnet 61

Do you deliberately disrupt my dreams
And send to me your flirtings and whisperings
So that sleep remains impossible?
Even your shadowy image keeps me awake

Do you deliberately send your spirit to me
To pry into my thoughts and hopes and sighs
To know what I am about in my desire for you
To ***** by night my happy thoughts of you?

Do you deliberately disrupt my dreams?
Oh, I hope so!