Relentless sun beats down

on a side street off

Broadway,

highlighting the silent

clinging duo as they

sit on a bench.

Both dedicated followers

of Gothic fashion,

resplendent in black,

together in body only,

holding on in hopeless

anticipation.

He is waiting for an answer . . .

she is waiting for something

else . . .something sad . . .

and inevitable.

Her face gives it all away,

she knows that this time

there can be no Gothic

revival.

 

He can't see it coming . . .

 

Sydney, 6th January, 2007.

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