For Susannah

I waited for the bus on that morning.
Cold and Shivering, then I saw you advancing,
And I warmed. Your beauty is forever
Over these motrals, gorgeous, yet i've
Never spoken to you; not once, never asking -
'How are you? '

I'm scared always and
Frightened of a withdrawal -
'Who are you? '

So run mate, run and never look back -
Your insecurity is forever pursuing.

by C.D. Woods

Other poems of WOODS (2)

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.