SGH (4/10/35 / Edinburgh, Scotland)

A Thought In A Crowd

Once I turned
And caught you
In the middle
Of bright laughter,
Gay faced, eyes
Joy wrinkled as
Your body rippled
And I knew the riddle
Of my feeling would
Remain forever after
In my mind,
And the thrilling sadness
Stabbed when I
Knew I’d never find
The simple answer
To why I stand
And feel you reach
Towards me,
Through the clangour
And the noise,
I long to be free
From the desperate
Chatter of that
Writhing room,
And to be
To find the answer

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