de ce

I just stumbled across this. It was written by the friend of a friend. Loved it.

de ce

it was the black glasses,

perched on her nose,

reflecting fluorescent light

in an office hallway

8 floors up, in a forgotten

wonderful past

they made her look like,

a soft professor,

a determined gentle wit

for the disinclined,

they made me throw away, succinctly

an empty future

i'm afraid nothing in my resolve

could compete

with

the black glasses,

perched on her nose.