| Brief Encounters
Sure he’s indifferent but i still try to get god to delight in me and smile ever time he looks my way every time his hand strays to tam me on the shoulder or slap me on the thigh too bad he prefers to remain invisible or anonymous showing himself in a different disguise every time and so i only know afterwards that it was him only after we part with the promise to meet again but phone numbers get lost and the area codes change life goes on as usual without a prayer to chew on without a firm belief to hug and hold P. Sohar |