65 minutes reduced to 120 seconds Bright lit room White glossy tone with flowery curtains Upon window's darkened vision Your radiance emanated in celebratory gesture As my eyes fell in love All over again But your smiles were too bright to see me cry Dry heaving sadness gasp As I looked down...I became the great Pretender The smile pretender You wore a dark blue blouse, w/body-fitting jeans Tall, plus-size model stature My walking fantasy Dark brown locks of joy slow danced upon flesh that I No longer embraced You had something to tell me "I'm getting married to a man who called me, sexy. We work together in the same building, so everybody knows." Spanish music behind the scenes Your witty humor against song Crackin' my smile within sadness pores Showing me blank invitations As I leaned in, inhaling this broken emptiness Writing out words with her voice My gentle grin, the eraser Tears in Cold War mode Heart enunciating disconnection bliss "This wasn't how I wanted to see you again" As satin comforter tries to soften my falling Falling...into true love's innocence The same comforter that covered those tracks Asphalt scarred remnants from the bus you threw me under "I always wanted you to wake me from my sleep But not like this" You became my dream, come true Becoming dream again In 120 seconds ... He may have called you "sexy" with words But I called you "beautiful" with heart Yet you will never value how deep it was Well, at least you can rest assured That I got your message © Drake J. Eszes "True love never dies...even if the recipient never reciprocates." –D.J.E.