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
Or perhaps not.