Nearby, looking for that familiar color
You were there, sitting…
Conversations take your time.
Eyes against your direction,
I’m not expecting for your attention
You were there, standing… an arm’s length away.
The sight of your rear is daunting.
Walking straight towards you, exceeding
To look back is tempting
Doubtfully, took a step ahead
Looking back, the sight of you waned away
Regrets do begin, but fear takes over desire
It’s okay.
The need to wake up arises
Reality ahead, “You’re just a stranger;
And I, a nobody.”
-posted September 15, 2007 via Multiply
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