That was that
I saw him for the first time ever;
the one who stole my soul away.
He appeared in a dream.
I had never seem him before,
yet no doubt it was him.
He didn’t seem apologetic.
He just didn’t remember.
I was just another set of digits
on another one of countless pages,
with countless digits on them,
that passed before his eyes
on any given day
of his any given week.
An odd colorless fellow
nothing remarkable about him
except his brow
not so much wrinkled
more like etched with acid.
I cried;
"Why have you taken my soul away?"
He briefly blankly stared at me,
then turned his gaze away,
as if to turn another
one of countless pages
with countless digits on them.
And that was that.
(2013)
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