Wednesday, April 2, 2008

the world's shortest love story

First meeting

Expression of interest

Second meeting

He said I am space-giving

She said I don’t want space

I want to be crowded

He said so share my space

Third meeting

You are a squatter in your own space she said

It is so narrow

You keep running away from it

And the door is unrelentingly shut

Fourth meeting

Was a non-starter

Just like the love story