by Woei Hern Chan
Gloomy weather
is my kind of weather
and you share it with another
the one who is Judas to all
and there is uncomfortable truce
unwritten respect, grudge
sheathed hatred
veiled behind sickly sweet cordial hospitality
as we sit by the window
casting long shadows by the pale light beams
long shadows covering doubts and apprehensions
he sits, and he's all alone
by his own wrongdoing
I stare at the long shadows
and think about who casts it
I see his and I see mine
we cast the same shadows over the same floorbed
meshed as one
much as I hate it
there we were
entwined and intangible
much as I hate it
our shadows agreed
and we share speechless thoughts
sitting and staring
unwritten respect
uncomfortable silence
except for our shadows......
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