Such an intriguing web
Of tales you spin
All to hide
From what lurks within
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Such an intriguing web
Of tales you spin
All to hide
From what lurks within
At the end
Of the platform
They huddle
Snapping a photo, or two
They enjoy
A wee kiss
And a cuddle
Before the next train passes through
As we sit
On the bus each day
I cannot help
But look your way
Wondering when
You’ll break away
And hoping that
You’ll be OK
Inkling
I think you feel
The way I do
That your heart beats
Like mine does too
That your mind wanders
On a similar path to me
That you also dream
Of when you’ll be free
(Originally Posted 25.05.2020)
Sitting alone
The world disjointed
I sip my coffee
Disappointed
I
loved
talking
to you
so much
tonight
It
bought
a tear
to my
eye
It seems
there’s
no one
else I
want to
sit with
And
watch
the
world
go by
There’s
people,
people,
everywhere
Dashing
around
without
a care
Or,
at least,
that’s how
it looks
When I
glance up
from behind
my books