The Illusion Sleeps This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   We sat in a booth with a jukebox

In the special, midnight diner.

I took the pins out of my hair

And it fell wild, glistening.

His hands fiddled placidly with the creams.

He put sugar in my coffee.

I put my elbows on the table

And sighed - he suggested a song -

Something upbeat, I said.

The two shiny quarters vanished

Into the darkness of the machine

Just as the elegant pair

Had passed from glitz to night.

I finished my coffee.

In the cup lay the remnants of time;

A brown streak at the bottom alone

Was left - and his jacket was no longer there.

My pearls were placed in the purse

And soon the table was cleared

And empty - the shiny illusion was over.

Night won over by sweet morning

Less handsome in its plainer face

Yet, oh so beautiful to me still!


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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EnigmaticBeing said...
Jul. 27, 2011 at 12:00 pm
I like this poem but I couldn't really understand what you were trying to say or if you were trying to say anything at all. 
 
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