This is the moment

That I'll forget someday

And recall nostalgically in some vague way

These are the faces

Whose lips will never share their warmth with me

My resentment for them burns strongly

Does such hatred live in them

When they meet my stranger's eyes?

Why is it only some lines

Succeed to rhyme

My mastery's on the dime

Only some of the time

Are you reading this?

Are you there?

It's the one whose voice doesn't leave his chair

It may be true these words aren't profound

And my trees may crash without a sound

You're not there to hear it

But still I fall

This is the banana peel

Left on the chair by the self-involved coffee drinker

To rot

Or perhaps not.