MBA Class Creativity - Six

23/08/04 once more in the same class..

Slowly I doze and a dream flickers on,
The buzzing fans quieten into a slow whirl.
The slow circulating air feels like Marijuana smoke,
Escaping through my eyelids are warm tears.
The drink slips aaway and crashes on the floor,
The broken shards of glasses hurt my eyes.
There is someone right here beside me,
Yet, I know he is not you.
The tears flow and I know I am crying for you.
But why? You will not see, you will not hear,
And you will not know.
I cry and pine for you and know not what to do.
Never, Never, Never, shall i cry again,
I promise myself once more,
Only to break down at the thought of seeing you tonight.