you arrived at the door <br />how becoming it was of you, <br />arriving so timely <br />hurriedly devoured the reflection <br />which I aimed at your perception <br />and hoped you believe the contours of <br />my face that I painted with my mind. <br />Escaping your notice, and veiling my intent <br />as I stroked every second that passed in ease <br />and indulged myself into your <br />passive attendance and hoped to scar your <br />memory with my inept physical attribute; <br />features that I crafted while we <br />exchanged hopes... but then I moved on <br />Copyright 2007All Rights Reserved<br /><br />Alexis Pena Goco<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/six-places-poem-one/
