You would
not have noticed me
Sitting outside Woolies
Lost in all your sadness
Alone
About twenty you looked
so beautiful
Long hair framing gentle
features
Teens past
Life and years
Cracking the smiles of
youth
Working the scars to
worry lines
I wanted to
reach out and touch you
To tell you everything
would be all right
That everything will be
fair weather
But, what right have I to
intrude?
Sorrow is yours
Misty dreams have no
substance
No consolation
Yet,
Yet I am somehow with
you;
That is all I can give.
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