She sets

SJ
She lingers for awhile.
Then I feel her gaze drift.
Her boredom is palatable.
I coax her but it is useless.
She must leave.

And Darkness descends.
It is dusk.

Chiam Yauming June 2013

SJ came to my place. And she typed her name on my antique typewriter. I like her but I'm afraid the feeling is not mutual.

In this dishearten mood I wrote this poem underneath her name using the same sheet of paper.

I just hammered it out. It was probably evening time when I typed it out. I showed it her and she took it home and smiled somewhat bemused. We've not spoke for awhile. I wonder whether she still has it or has thrown it away.