Saturday, March 24, 2007

To thine own self be true

She looked about furtively
Pulled her coat tighter and entered
He was waiting at the end of the room
She was crying for the first time in days
But his serene smile gave her strength
Even as the blood caked on his wrist flaked off
There was no need for words
They were instantly one

~o~o~o~o~o~o~

She left discreetly, an hour later
Allowing herself the luxury of a faint smile
Before donning her trademark frown along with her coat
She couldn’t risk anyone seeing her
Self-preservation was her forte
And if seen, she had no answer to
What’s an atheist doing in church?

5 comments:

Revealed said...

LOL! Good one :)

G said...

Excellent!

DreamCatcher said...

good twist!

Shreyasi Deb said...

very nice

IdeaSmith said...

@ Revealed, G, Dreamcatcher, Shreyasi: Thank you :-) Its good to be here.