Building Obsessed
BUILDING OBSESSED
How your hand caressed a building,
like it was your shapely lover.
How wet tears in your eyes collected
and dropped like raindrops
at the demise of the Twin Towers,
not for the people inside but for
the noble structures themselves.
When we looked at your developed
pictures together almost all of them
would be of buildings, hardly any had
people in them at all.
Morning, noon and night
that's all you had on your mind
and in your sight was buildings.
You were obsessed!
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