"The Dividing Line"
He walked into the bar
it was smoky, crowded
countless fleeting faces
it has been ages
since the last time
of his inevitable dying
she was sitting at a nearby table
alone, luminous in her apparent despair
over the whole situation
she had cried so much
the mascara had run down her face
"Buy you a drink, honey?," he asked quietly
as he took a seat across from her
Nodding her head, she slid her glass toward him
Inside, she was seething
Hands shaking to the point
that she wanted to slap him
Still, she wanted to kiss him
Imagining how the moonlight
shone, illuminating a hidden desperation
As the bells rang for the final time,
signalling a forlorn glimpse
damned are the uninvited.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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